I have come to the conclusion that I'm a whiny complainer who will never be happy. I spent the last year moaning about being alone. Now I'm continually belly aching over the fact that I never get time alone. Is there a just-right? A let's have dinner together, but I would like to forego anyone watching me make breakfast, turning on fundy radio or moving within my personal radius of 5 feet before 9:00 a.m.? This is only reasonable in my head until I try to make it words out of my mouth. Bad Princess!
And church. I attend singles groups and think most of the people there are weirdos. I judge them for requesting prayer for a 'relationship' that so far is only one actual date. For ugly clothes and the wearing of sadly inadequate bras. For the use of trite christianisms. But where are the normal people? MOPS. I shuffle back to my designated Weird Single corner.
Food. I'm on an odd diet where I've had to give up grains, sugar, dairy, corn, potatoes, & legumes. It's a little taste of purgatory this side of heaven. So I have my precious snacks I guard and get a little territorial when someone else wants my nut butter, sad sugarless pie, or coconut chunkies. I feel like a mean puppy guarding its yucky chew toys. Is it reasonable to live with people who share all with me and not want to hand over my paleo pancakes? In my Lord of Flies inner life, Yes. In the Purpose Driven Life house I actually live in I deserve a sugarless existence.
Will do better. Will try harder. And maybe I'll work my way into the next level of purgatory!
And church. I attend singles groups and think most of the people there are weirdos. I judge them for requesting prayer for a 'relationship' that so far is only one actual date. For ugly clothes and the wearing of sadly inadequate bras. For the use of trite christianisms. But where are the normal people? MOPS. I shuffle back to my designated Weird Single corner.
Food. I'm on an odd diet where I've had to give up grains, sugar, dairy, corn, potatoes, & legumes. It's a little taste of purgatory this side of heaven. So I have my precious snacks I guard and get a little territorial when someone else wants my nut butter, sad sugarless pie, or coconut chunkies. I feel like a mean puppy guarding its yucky chew toys. Is it reasonable to live with people who share all with me and not want to hand over my paleo pancakes? In my Lord of Flies inner life, Yes. In the Purpose Driven Life house I actually live in I deserve a sugarless existence.
Will do better. Will try harder. And maybe I'll work my way into the next level of purgatory!
No comments:
Post a Comment