Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!
Why is it that every time I set an intention for my writing, for my blogging (kind of for everything), that some life event swoops in and knocks it away? Fuck you life; I’m still here.
Why is it that I can’t seem to do the old live and learn schtick? For a smart woman I sure take a long time to learn some lessons. Fuck you life; I’m still here.
Why do I have a superpower of treating myself to coffee mugs? That one needs a bit of an explanation. I don’t have a lot of money. I like coffee. I like dishes (owning them, not washing). So, when something good happens in my life I like to get a little treat. A new coffee mug fits the bill! Except, every time I have done this, for a new job, a new relationship, a new home a new… each time the job, relationship, home… has disappeared, usually dramatically and unpleasantly. Now I have a memento of something I don’t want to remember. Cathartically I will often smash it to bits and throw it out. Other times it is just a sad, exasperated “fuck it” as I toss it in the trash.
Resolved: I will never buy another “treat me” coffee cup. Maybe my circumstances will change for the better. I’m sure there was causation there…
Fuck you life; I’m still here.
What I’m listening to while writing: