GeorgiaXplant
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Misery loves company, yanno? I had a pity party to end all pity parties
Yesterday afternoon DD wanted me to go with her to shop for some Levi's and a shirt? blouse? .... whatever...a new top to wear to a gathering of her high school classmates next weekend to celebrate their collective 50th birthdays. Sure. It's not like my social life and duties at home were so overwhelming that I couldn't abandon either for a couple of hours.
When DD's mission was accomplished, she wanted to stop at the yogurt place. Suited me. She was buying. There were tables outside the shop where folks were gathered with their kids/pets/friends, and at one big table there were eight people, all of them obviously in their 60s and 70s. There were just two men among them, apparently half of two couples at the table. They were laughing and talking and just generally enjoying their yogurt and each other's company.
Jealousy reared its ugly green head, and I wanted so badly to be part of that bunch. It was all I could do to keep from begging them to accept me and like me and asking if I could pull up a chair and join them. I actually had to bite my lip to keep from crying.
After we got home, I continued to feel sorry for myself. Sigh. I wish I could be a "joiner" and join something that would put me together with other people of like mind and circumstances, but leopards just don't change their spots.
As my mother would have said "wish in one hand, sh!t in the other, and see which one gets full first."
Yesterday afternoon DD wanted me to go with her to shop for some Levi's and a shirt? blouse? .... whatever...a new top to wear to a gathering of her high school classmates next weekend to celebrate their collective 50th birthdays. Sure. It's not like my social life and duties at home were so overwhelming that I couldn't abandon either for a couple of hours.
When DD's mission was accomplished, she wanted to stop at the yogurt place. Suited me. She was buying. There were tables outside the shop where folks were gathered with their kids/pets/friends, and at one big table there were eight people, all of them obviously in their 60s and 70s. There were just two men among them, apparently half of two couples at the table. They were laughing and talking and just generally enjoying their yogurt and each other's company.
Jealousy reared its ugly green head, and I wanted so badly to be part of that bunch. It was all I could do to keep from begging them to accept me and like me and asking if I could pull up a chair and join them. I actually had to bite my lip to keep from crying.
After we got home, I continued to feel sorry for myself. Sigh. I wish I could be a "joiner" and join something that would put me together with other people of like mind and circumstances, but leopards just don't change their spots.
As my mother would have said "wish in one hand, sh!t in the other, and see which one gets full first."
