Oh, joy of all joys. My birthday is in 2 days and I turn 40. You cannot possibly imagine how delightfully thrilled this makes me. Please notice the extreme snark in that last sentence.
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here.
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I am bitter. I am bitter, and pissed, and I'm going to end up alone and lonely and no one is ever going to love me again. No, I'm not being melodramatic, what do you mean?
(I got into a fight with a friend last night, and she accused me of being "dramatic". I'm all, "Dude, being dramatic is like breathing for me. It's how I roll. This is like accusing me of being liberal. Oh, it hurts SO much!")
Ya know, I truly thought that after Obama's inauguration, I would feel all hopeful and happy and at peace with the world. And I believe that enthusiastic mood lasted all of two whole days, at which time I noticed that yesterday, I wanted to beat the ever-loving crap out of some poor, innocent person for reasons that I still cannot ascertain (being alive would have qualified), and that still disturb me somewhat (geez, sociopathic much?). Despite the drama, I'm not really into the fighting, especially the physical. I'm also not into the name-calling and the verbal abuse, either, but that's another diary altogether, which will surely be entitled: "DKos: How to Make Enemies and Anger Other People".
My point is that this is not my normal level of functioning, and I blame my birthday. I blame my almost-40ness, and my lack of American material possessions as required by law to be Socially Acceptable in this country, and how I'm not where I thought I'd be when I turned 40. Not that I gave it much thought until I turned 30, because I always thought 40 was "old" when I was a kid, but I figured I'd be married, have the 2.5 kids, the nice house, the awesome car, a great job, a circle of kickass friends, and a dog named God. (I always thought that naming a dog "God" would be hilarious.)
So, let's compare here, the Dream vs. the Reality: I am not married nor am I in a relationship, I have the 1 kid that I don't see often enough to suit me, a nice townhouse that I rent, no car, no job, a circle of kickass internet friends (with some in the real-life department), and no dog because my landlord will not let me. Yes, I would very much like some cheese to go with my whine, thank you.
Thanks for listening to me bitch; I feel slightly better now. Self-pity is not a good place to be but, then again, there's always birthday cake. Also, music. Also, presents. Also, President Barack Obama! (wOOt!)
What's your fucking problem tonight? I'm all ears, baby.