An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

May 16, 2008

puppy/bitch.

as much as i'd love for my every post here at TPPP to be all vanity and full of nothing but the triumphs in my life, reality doesn't mimic, so i have to type [unfortunately] what resembles a REAL condition. and REALITY isn't all that sparkly and wine-flavored all of the time. .

i know that i joke with the 'rents and with anyone else who will listen about how "grown" i am. "i'm a grown-ass woman..." and all that rot. but right now, i i haven't earned the credit to say so truthfully before now, i have that credit TODAY. mommy is disabled and she allows her body to become increasingly worse. she is more inactive, diabetic, over weight.. and then there is more room for me to step in. all of this superwoman role is going on while in their [my mother and family members'] eyesight, i'm still a puppy. still a puppy who has to do all of the unwanted duties at odd hours in the morning because everyone is sleepy. a puppy who has to find her absolute own way to some health coverage before a current condition will give her systematic syndrome... i've needed insurance for years and if it's my family's wish for me to not be back at Hooters, then they need to provide it! literal years have passed and the issue has been blamed on either parent by each other... and i up and show mommy an application for insurance last night, telling her that i'm handling the situation for myself because i am so concerned and that no one is going to be more concerned than me, thankyouverymuch--she just says... whatever. no matter what my mother's flaws are, i'm not airing them because i still respect her a helluva LOT more than any of you fuckers.

not going into details about how much further adult that i have to be these days. i just want a tiny record of it. don't think that i'm such a baby anymore. or at least, if i must be a baby, i'm one who knows the value of a few much-needed months of health coverage. one who doesn't mind earning her place in life.

on a bit lighter note!
i've made some solid plans to start on my book/novella, whatever it shall become. how exciting is that?! i've been talking to my characters in my dreams and my thoughts more and more often and things are coming together; i don't know what they were waiting for. AND i've found my inyanla vanzant book! i haven't seen it in months!

well, i'm off to my little bros' class day and to the regional office. hopefully to a doctor tomorrow! and, perhaps, the arms of some deserving, handsome man with a degree soon enough?

DAMN, i'm SO tired of hearing "Bleeding Love" in the mornings. gotta watch more alternative music TV.
-ciao.

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