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The best year of my life?
May. 19th, 2001 01:35 pmWell hell, I don't know.
I think I can pretty much cut everything from before college, because while those included the years of wonder and discovery and hours in the backyard with the legos and my brother, they also include being excluded from cliques in grade school, anxiety attacks in high school and a lot more worrying than I had a right to. I was beautiful, and I didn't really know it, no matter what Mom said.
The year after college comes pretty damn close to ideal - I'd gotten over that three months of depressive hell from the Depo Provera, I was having sex on a regular basis, I had a sweet job, that, while it didn't pay much, allowed me a 4 day weekend every month or so. The year I spent at the Foundation wasn't nearly as nice - I worked a lot of overtime, and all year I was continually plagued with the thought (a correct assumption on my part) that the job could evaporate at any moment. At CC, I knew exactly how long I was there for - keeping the job was the least of my worries.
Let's see: Working for a college/university - check. Fun job - check. Walk to work - check. Lots of books - check. Lots of sex - um... darn. Social life? Working on it. Looks like I've got a little work to do before I match that year.
I think I can pretty much cut everything from before college, because while those included the years of wonder and discovery and hours in the backyard with the legos and my brother, they also include being excluded from cliques in grade school, anxiety attacks in high school and a lot more worrying than I had a right to. I was beautiful, and I didn't really know it, no matter what Mom said.
The year after college comes pretty damn close to ideal - I'd gotten over that three months of depressive hell from the Depo Provera, I was having sex on a regular basis, I had a sweet job, that, while it didn't pay much, allowed me a 4 day weekend every month or so. The year I spent at the Foundation wasn't nearly as nice - I worked a lot of overtime, and all year I was continually plagued with the thought (a correct assumption on my part) that the job could evaporate at any moment. At CC, I knew exactly how long I was there for - keeping the job was the least of my worries.
Let's see: Working for a college/university - check. Fun job - check. Walk to work - check. Lots of books - check. Lots of sex - um... darn. Social life? Working on it. Looks like I've got a little work to do before I match that year.
