Yeesh.
You know what doesn't help anybody with anything at all? Imagining the future version of themselves looking back on their present selves and judging everything they do. Seriously.
I think (actually, I sort of hope) that everyone has those days when they feel a little lost, or worry that they're not doing the right things or making the right choices (just because it's comforting to have a little company!).
I already mentioned that I have a list of Crazy Unfounded Fears. Well, at the top of that crazy list is this vision I have of myself, destitute and alone and working at Wal-Mart or something when I'm 80 years old. Because I never got my life together. Or because I made one giant catastrophic mistake that plunged my life into a horrible downward spiral from which I never recovered.
Yeesh!
I mean, I have a tendency to worry too much about things anyway. But when I add the silent judgmental glare of Future Laurel Schroeder: Wal-Mart Greeter, it puts a lot of pressure on me. And I do not enjoy that.
So listen up, Future Laurel, if that's your real name. Stop giving me that look. You might be a Wal-Mart Greeter, but I'm not! Hahahaha, sucker! No, seriously. Sorry, but I can't live for you, lady. I gotta live for me.
Til tomorrow.
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