The Price We Pay

So, I was doing one of those things today that usually gets me in trouble.  I was thinking.

My thinking led me to the clear determination that everything costs something.  Absolutely nothing in life is free.  Just by stopping to read this, you are exchanging a few minutes of your time for this blog.  This, of course, would lead us to consider, "Is the price I pay worth it?"

I've been thinking about this a lot in conjunction with the idea of me in a set.  I don't like to share.  I don't like to admit when I need help, and most of the time, I would rather just do it myself.  Typically I break a lot in the process, but it eventually gets done.

I do, however, peruse Facebook pictures and envy white dresses and dashing men in uniforms.  I can't help but imagine from the photos that they are experiencing the utmost of marital bliss.

A little stone knot usually starts forming in my chest until I remember the men I've "happily" lived with.  I know how we looked together to everyone else and remember how miserable I was from the moment I took the keys out of the ignition and began to walk toward the front door.

I weigh these feelings I had everyday against the ones that bubble up every once and a while.  I think I'm better off.

Candid Cabbage

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1.12.09

    Mucho liko and agree-o. Not sure why I'm talking like that, but okay-o. From Laura-o

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  2. Anonymous2.12.09

    You should be a writer. I really felt the miserableness there.

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