I’ve been incredibly busy, dear Glostix readers (if there are any, ha!), and I will be staying that way, so please excuse the lack of… stuff.  Been getting my room cleaned (massive undertaking), and I have a little left to do yet, but this is the best, most comfortable shape my room has been in since, well, ever.  I’m finally getting rid of so many of the senseless things I’ve been holding on to for more years than I have toes (for the record, there are five on each foot).  Finding little surprises hiding here and there that I would rather not see or dwell on (it’s amazing all the scraps of paper I held on to just to have SOMETHING to show for my old relationship besides “a hard time”, all tucked here there and yonder).  I’d say half of what I owned has hit the trash can (after several changes).

Tomorrow is gonna be a busy one, too.  Last minute details.  Oh, how I hate those last minute details!

Something a bit more worthy of noting, though: I ran into someone I knew last weekend while I was having dinner with Sylver (by “having” I mean “I watched her eat”). I didn’t even recognize her, and didn’t believe her when she told me who she was… but yeah, we started talking, and she explained to Sylver that we used to go to the same church with all the rich kids and blah blah blah about how we never fit in cos of sweet country bumpkins.  My initial thought was to laugh at her, because I remember occasions where she got in on the “Everybody Make Fun of Becky” campaign… but thought otherwise, because perhaps what she said was true, and she was only doing it to try to fit in with a crowd that wouldn’t take her in anyway.  In that instant, I felt for her.
Felt even more when she commented how funny it is that most of those kids now are leading pretty miserable lives, and we’re actually happy with ours.  It’s rather nice to have someone from my youth recognize this…
Then retracted when she said she had six kids.  Two from her past, two from her husband’s past, and two together.  “We’re like some kind of Brady Bunch,” she chuckled.  “Not quite what my mother would’ve wanted, but that’s just life these days.”  I couldn’t help but smile at that.  “I do enjoy the chaos,” she admitted.  No speech about how motherhood is great, her calling, her one true joy in life.  She just remarked on the chaos and smiled a simple, genuine smile.

I’m just pleased to know that some people from the tribe managed to come out of their youth with some brains left to their name.  May not be my cuppa, but her happiness was as genuine as mine, so I couldn’t knock her path if I tried.  Rare thing ’round these parts.  ‘Round the world in general.  I’ll have my little Catcheresque moment and spit at how entirely fake people are, smiling in public but praying for death every time they close their eyes… selling their lies to you to convince them that yes, they really are happy — happier than you, even –  leading people into believing that this MUST be the way to live… never realizing how big of a lie it was until they step through that door and figure it out for themselves.  Pretty painted-up misery that breeds with every false word and forced smile.

But there are some good people left… there is still reason to hope.