I’m just going to go ahead and say this: sometimes life
sucks. Plans don’t always come to fruition. People let us down. Death and taxes
are the only constants. (Along with bitter, annoying political ads; lack of
sleep; and the fear of being accosted by Mormons – maybe that last one is just one
of my little pet peeves, though.) Life is often like a roller coaster – full of
twists and turns and ups and downs that make us want to puke. That’s been
happening around (and to) me lately. In the last few months I’ve gotten
married, (but I didn’t get a honeymoon) started a new job, (which I only keep
until I graduate), took part in a writers workshop, and continued with my
classes (and this quarter has been really intense). I’ve also missed copious amounts of quality time with my
daughters – resulting in some behemoth-sized
mother’s guilt. Another sad fact is that I lost out on the house of my dreams,
at the very last possible moment. Perfect size, perfect neighborhood, and
affordable price – it was truly the “forever” home. And unfortunately, it’s
something that might have been prevented with better planning and a bit more
effort. So for now I’ll stay in my current ‘hood – replete with busy
highway in my back yard that doesn’t allow for me to open the windows due to
the noise and grime, not to mention the fact that we are busting out of space
and I have some really sketchy neighbors, but I digress.)
I was lamenting my woes to one of my closest girlfriends,
who happens to be going through her own set of aggravating incidents. Unfortunately
she lives far, far away and going out for drinks or coffee isn’t feasible, so
constant contact through texting is our only reprieve. (She is also a busy
mother with school and a full time job.) During one of our many text
conversations, she let me know that because of her recent toe breakage she
couldn’t fit into one of her favorite pair of whore heels – the ones she wears
when she’s in desperate need of an ego boost. As a female, not fitting into a
particular item of clothing can be traumatizing. Especially when there’s no room
in the budget for shopping. This circumstance can make us salty, especially if our need to wear
our ego boosting hot heels is associated with a special occasion and/or a much
needed night out. Many women will attest to the fact that a nice fitting,
saucy, sexy pair of heels can make life just a teensy bit better when things
seem to be particularly sucky.
Fortunately, there are no shortages of platitudes about what
to do when life hands us piles of steaming shit. One of my faves is the old
“When life hands you lemons, make lemonade,” (to which I add vodka because the
combo of lemonade and vodka is absolutely delightful especially during these
long summer months when it’s hotter than hell). But my friend has coined a new
one, a phrase that I will be forever grateful for, especially when faced with
certain types of adversity:
“Sometimes when your life sucks – you make room for whore
heels in your budget.”
This is a truism that many women (and perhaps some
crossdressers) can relate to and follow. Because really, who doesn’t feel
better after buying a new pair of whore heels, especially if they’re on sale? So I decided to go ahead a purchase my own new pair of whore heels. (On sale, of course.) Will my new shoes help me find a nicer place to live or to write a 3 to 5 page paper
extrapolating on social issues associated with speculative fiction? Perhaps
not. But they will go perfectly with the lemonade and vodka I will be drinking.
Be sure to let me know when you and some of your single friends don said whore heels and make moves to a watering hole for beverages.
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Will do!
DeleteSometimes I do say the best things. I guess that's why you told me to start a blog myself!
ReplyDeleteYes, you really do. And that is yet another reason I love you. From far, far away. ;-)
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