Hello friend(s)
It’s the genie here, hoping I find you well and full of
bright-eyed optimism. If so, can you
lend me some?
Yes, it is Debbie Downer time, or perhaps I should say Suzie
Sour hour. Oooh, that reminds me, I got
a new jacket:
Awesome riiiight??
Anyway, back to me wallowing.
If you may have noticed from my previous posts, I am not the
most mature woman on the planet, to say the least.
Yes, of course I am proud of that. Duh! Not
the issue.
Get this! Someone
actually said the words to me “Don’t try to be a kid, act your age.” And worst of all, it was someone who I
greatly respect and admire.
So yeah, somebody…
anybody… if you can hear me, be a pal and pull the stake from my withering
heart.
I mean, I’m sure this person meant it in the best possible
way, like “Suzie, use your vast life experience to do great things”, which I would have
been fine with.
But what I heard was: “Suzie, lose the sneakers because you look
ridiculous”.
So now I wallow.
And because wallowing in self-pity is always best accomplished
on a moor, my wish is to find a vast windswept moor from whence I can look out
into the abyss and stew until I ultimately give myself a mental slap, realizing
that I’m being ridiculous and of course my sneakers are fabulous.
Anybody know of any good moors in the GTA?
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