My Mom was a little sad that I didn't want kids, but she got over it, and really got over it once my friends started having babies. It turns out that Mom wasn't that invested in the idea of grandchildren, she just liked babies.
My sister once asked when her kids were going to get cousins and I told her that one of the few benefits of no longer having parents was not having to deal with shit questions like that and she hasn't mentioned it since.
I really wish that people would embrace the notion that one's reproductive choices are one's own business.
My issues revolve around not being Jessica Fletcher or Miss Marple. Luckily, since my role models are older than I am, I still have a chance!
The only way I could get everything together is if I got rid of 90% of it. And to get rid of it, I'd have to get it all together, so it ain't happening.
But 90% of what you've got is awesome!
I think most of my issues revolve around the fact that I really do want to be the Goth Mary Poppins, complete with the bigger-on-the-inside handbag and an umbrella that lets me fly.
I haven't found the right magical purse or umbrella.
Man, someone tell me I need to stop dithering around the internet, and just edit the damn guest post for GCS. (The problem is the person who wrote the post is a great photographer. Not a writer.)
And I'm trying to do things now, rather than just thinking about doing them
Problem with these damned anti-depressants is that I want to do more things. However, I still have the migraines, so I can't do more. I've traded depression for frustration, and some people who haven't heard from me in years have been on the receiving end of my mania. I feel horrible about it, but I'll probably text again within the next couple of days.
I really wish that people would embrace the notion that one's reproductive choices are one's own business.
It is so flabbergasting that people do not understand this.
I think most of my issues revolve around the fact that I really do want to be the Goth Mary Poppins, complete with the bigger-on-the-inside handbag and an umbrella that lets me fly.
When I was at Comic Con, a woman doing a completely balls-on Mary Poppins (in a pitch perfect dress like the white one from the chalk drawing scene) came around the corner and the artists and writers at my booth LEAPT OVER THE COUNTER to fawn over her. "Mary Poppins I LOVE YOU!"
They all had pics taken with her.
