Guess what just came in handy?  The pair of socks I had in my purse.  Yes, I’ve become the kind of woman who has literally everything but the kitchen sink in her purse.  Have you ever played the bridal shower game where whoever has the most items from a list in her purse wins?  That’ll be me next time.

I realized that there was a hole in each sock I was wearing and while rummaging through my purse (which also contains my name tag for the part time job and enough wetnaps to clean many sticky hands), I discovered a pair of my basic black socks.  I don’t know if I purposely put them in there, or whether they fell in during my brief and ineffective room cleaning and clothing control attempt over the weekend, but holey socks are now in the garbage and my feet are completely clad in hole-free socks.

You may not have noticed (ha!) but I’ve become boringly boy-preoccupied again.  Yes, Jummy wants a boyfriend, no, Jummy isn’t fully ready to enter the world of online dating, or partake in the activities being offered by this group in her city so why is she complaining?  BEATS ME.  You might want to tell her, as one e-friend did, that  “maybe you should actually DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” (yes the caps were included).  He’s right of course.  For someone who is apparently independent, I sure whine a lot over the perceived injustices of my life and my inability to change it (them).  “Everyone else gets picked up at a bar by super decent, non-grabby men, why can’t I?”, I’ll moan, or “Everyone else  has had several serious relationships by this age”, I’ll wail, as if when I entered this world I was promised these things and God hasn’t delivered on them.

New plan:  to be the heroine of my own life and not the victim [cue:  Whitney Houston’s The Greatest Love of All:  Learning to love yourself, is the greatest love of all…. Blah.

Filed under: Inspiration, Introspective by jummy