The Truth of the Reality

So it is all true. You come to a certain point in your life and then you realize you are becoming that very person you did not want to become. It's like when you were young and you see a someone or something in a rather bad or awkward situation, and you tell yourself you'll never be that person. That you'll never be in that same situation. You think of what you would do different if God forbid, you would ever for some reason find yourself in that situation. Then you grow up and you do find yourself in the very same situation that you swore you would never be in... Let me tell you... The truth of the reality is very humbling. All those different solutions you thought of long time don't seem to make sense anymore. You realize that way back when you saw that person in that situation, you really didn't understand what that person was going through. And now you are faced with the same situation. In that very person's shoes... The truth of the reality is cold water in your face in the morning at your deepest sleep. It is that screeching cry in the quiet of the night. It jars you, and scares you. Understanding is one of life's hard lessons. Only learned through experience.

The White Cow

Last week, I made Ben promise to bake a turkey for me this weekend. ( Ben's my boyfriend soon to be husband.) I go through these food cravings. So we bought a turkey yesterday. It was our first time baking a turkey. We didn't know we had to defrost it first. Oh yeah, and take out the gizzards. So it's been in the oven for 5 minutes when he finally read the directions about defrosting the turkey first. So into the fridge the turkey goes, for tomorrow. We forgot ingredients for the gravy. So an early trip to Walmart was planned.
So this morning, we woke up early and went to Walmart as planned. We walked out of Walmart with everything we needed plus extra. A mini German chocolate cake, a whipped cheesecake, and a tray of fried chicken to tide us over until the turkey's done.
On the way back to the apartment, we pass a field full of cows. I think they belong to the owner of the casino next door to the field. I'm always fascinated by the cows because where I grew up we didn't have cows. Well, this one particular Sunday morning I noticed that in the sea of black cows, there was this one white cow. Just one. It got me wondering if they had a racism problem. If that one white cow had problems with the other cows. After all, he is the only white cow in a sea of black cows...
Oh well, the turkey's starting to smell really good.

Never Stop Fighting...

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

-e.e. cummings