Sad State of Affairs
During a regular conversation with Moms, she asked if I was going "off" (meaning going out).
I said, "Ummmm...noooo. I am going to the beauty shop though!" I was a littel excited. Maybe too excited, but you haven't seen my head. (Nevermind that I had this bright idea to grow my eyebrows out so they could be thicker. Now I look like Snuffalufacus!) I added that that might be the "highlight" of my day.
"Umph, all you do is go home to your house now, huh?"
She didn't say it like it was a tragedy. There was no pity in her voice. She just asked a question.
I'd been asking myself the very same question. Hell, I think I even mentioned it in a previous blog. I, shamefully, had to answer. "Yeah, pretty much. How wack is that?"
"Nah, it's not. If that's what you wanna do."
"But I don't."
So, the sad state of affairs is when your own mama realizes that you lead a boring life. Sigh. Remember when I always had some hilarious story about going out? Maybe that time has passed. But dammit, I'm only 28. I deserve to ENJOY life. I work too hard (some of the time). Look for some changes in the near future.