Book lovers never go to bed alone.
- a fortune cookie fortune
This blog is about the things I read, the things I love.
Currently Reading: How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran
The worst part of being a teacher is not getting to chaperone your kid’s field trip?
A woman I know wrote this on FB and it’s just so irksome. The worst part of having a job (something not everyone has), the worst part of having a job you like (which not everyone has), is missing out on seeing your kid (which not everyone has) do something new. I am aware she doesn’t mean anything by it, but that’s how I read everything she posts when she writes crap like that. I have a job I like and I don’t want kids and she still manages to make me feel like I’m not accomplished, like I’m losing at life.
Someone told me recently about an article that says FB is causing depression because of posts like the one my friend wrote. Because we only post highlights of the good things in our lives (for the most part) others see it as if they themselves are not doing as well and your happy posts make them feel like they are not doing enough, living enough, and that makes them sad, or, in my case irritated. And I write tirades on Tumblr.
It feels like bragging. Even though that isn’t the intention, that’s the impact it has. We should think of our FB posts like sexual harassment, it’s not about intent, it’s about impact.
Or we shouldn’t be FB friends with only lukewarm friends.
I dreamt last night that you are pregnant.
You are pregnant.
I greeted your father with a hug and a kiss.
We met in the rain.
You were further along than
You are in Real Life;
It was raining outside the Symphony Hall.
Your best friend was pregnant too.
You’ve never met them, but they joined us.
You asked me to guess which
Is French Royalty.
Neither have ever lived in France.
It was raining outside Symphony Hall
As you, your father, your best friend,
My new friends, and I
Attended the concert.