I told my Grandma today that I wanted to go fishing when my brother gets here.
She said, "Do you catch fish....or are you a worm drownder???"
She said my grandpa would go out and catch a 12 pack of beer and he always said he wasn't fishin' he was just drownding worms.
I actually usually am the one to catch something.
On a fjord in Norway I ALMOST ALMOST landed this big halibut, but he escaped at the last minute.
Anyway....back to men. Sometimes I think it was terribly unfair for my parents to give me so much and expect so much.
My father was SO very bright and talented. Even from a young age. (I've heard all the stories from my grandma.) But he was an enigma, too.
But I lived up to the expectations.
Now...I'm living on my 401K. I haven't been approved for benefits and I haven't pressed the issue, but I need to.
I sometimes think it would be unfair of me to get serious with anyone as long as I have the college debt and the medical debt.
At the same time, I feel like an animated doll with one battery. Waiting for the other half of the battery pack, but it doesn't come.
There are nights I really just ask God to take me....because I'm tired....life hasn't been easy. Then I realize my Grandma wants the same thing. And there are SO many ways that I make her happy. I feel like I'm here for a reason...it's just that I have no one to talk to as a friend. And the ONE I'd counted on hurt me SO badly.
I know you guys are here. But sometimes the jokes don't come. It's been that way for awhile.