This happened to me in REAL LIFE. My furnace was on the brink of exploding. I have a terrific BFF who used her powers to force me to leave. As I loaded my my dog into the car, and narrowed my handbag collection down to the minimum as to fit into my trunk. I can't remember the third item, but I'd love to hear yours.
This is a blog about life's little disappointments in and out of love. Hating dating but doing it anyway.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Therapy Question
There is a therapeutic question that goes: If your house were on fire and you could only grab 3 things on the way out (THINGS NOT PEOPLE) , what would you grab?
What Goes Around Comes Back Around
Round and round it goes,
where it stops?
Nobody knows
Its enough to drive you
CRAZY
if you let it.
I am in that quandary where individuals come in and out of my life as if I have a revolving door. One month it's my ex-husband. The following month, my college sweetheart. Not to be outdone, the commitment-phobe who can't maintain contact with me for more than 4 months; Mr. "Perfect on Paper."
I have arrived at the conclusion that I must have a sign on my forehead, only visible to men that reads: Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
The dilemma remains: How to close the door to the USUAL SUSPECTS, so that THE BOSS can come in unencumbered....If I knew the answer, I would not be on this blog.
where it stops?
Nobody knows
Its enough to drive you
CRAZY
if you let it.
I am in that quandary where individuals come in and out of my life as if I have a revolving door. One month it's my ex-husband. The following month, my college sweetheart. Not to be outdone, the commitment-phobe who can't maintain contact with me for more than 4 months; Mr. "Perfect on Paper."
I have arrived at the conclusion that I must have a sign on my forehead, only visible to men that reads: Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
The dilemma remains: How to close the door to the USUAL SUSPECTS, so that THE BOSS can come in unencumbered....If I knew the answer, I would not be on this blog.
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