So I got some hate mail. I was going to post it here, but then I thought, “Why? Why bother?” So I’m not going to post the hate. I simply say this – sometimes, people really suck, and that makes me genuinely sad. As much as I try to come across as a hardcore, black and tarry-hearted bitch, there’s a piece of me that’s eternally optimistic. A part of me agrees with Anne Frank about people, so it really, really bites ass when someone shows me that maybe not so much with all people are good at heart thing.
And just when I get to feeling like maybe the external pessimist is really who I oughtta be, I get a lovely e-mail from a friend who I don’t contact nearly enough. (About half a dozen people are now saying, “What? I didn’t e-mail her” because I SUCK at keeping in touch. And that sounds very self-centered, doesn’t it? It would be if my reasoning weren’t as follows: “I’m sure SoAndSo is busy. She’s got the kids and her job and PTA If she wants to talk, she’ll call/e-mail/text me.” Which is silly, I know, but it’s still my reasoning. I don’t want to impose. Oh, what? Rambling incoherently about my life here on my blog is different. If you people are busy, you won’t come visit. I’m not just inserting myself into your life at what might be an inopportune moment. And oh dear God, if I don’t shut up, people are going to think I actually have a regular heart and compassion and shit, and I can’t have that. Besides, I’m digressing.)
ANYWAY.
I had a lovely e-mail from my friend, Kandice. She sent photos of her two very beautiful children, and now I want more than anything in the world to make a trip to Missouri so I can hold those babies. And hang out with Kandice. See, Kandice started out as Bill’s friend’s girlfriend, but somewhere along the way she became my soul sister. She’s one of those people who understands when I’m being funny v. when I’m being serious. (That’s a rarity for me IRL. People either take me seriously far too often or not nearly often enough. There seems to be no middle ground.) And I’ve been a slackass about keeping in touch with her because…well, see the previous paragraph. (Hey, look – she just had a baby, for cryin’ in the night, and her oldest is only a few months older than Tricia. I KNOW Kandice is busier than me.) I’m going to rectify that post-haste. Because I dig her.
And because I’ve decided that my inner optimist isn’t unleashed nearly as often as she oughtta be. The world is filled with douchebags, but mostly? It’s filled with nice people who are doing their best to make their little part of the world a better place. I want to be one of those people. Well, sometimes. Okay, TODAY I want to be one of those people. Who knows what’ll happen tomorrow, so let’s roll with this, okay? Sheesh.
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