It's what you yell when you're about to hit someone with a golf ball. I didn't learn this the hard way, but what I have learned the hard way is fortunately mostly limited to my pocketbook. I went to the store today and bought some more swimsuits, I guess I need more of these in my wardrobe since I appear to be wearing a lot of them.
It kind of makes me feel like a girl, having so many swimsuits and all. I've been hanging out with my grandmother today and she said something remarkable and I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to put her words down the way that she said them but it was on the topic about living out your life. I learned that she likes long days and that when the day is over she is disappointed. That's another one that bites the dust and she isn't sure how much more of them she has left. We all aren't very sure about that.
"You don't really know what it's like until you're there." or something to that extent, was what she said.
I've never been there because I've always been here. I'm always trying to get there. That's kind of my view. Steal it and make it your worldview if you care.
Coming from the frame of reference that you can spend more freely because you have enough, time is precious. Health is precious. You sometimes wonder at the end of the day exactly what it is that you're doing or what you even did and you're not very sure that you did anything except make it through the day.
This is not entirely different from the meandering that most people do throughout their day-to-day lives. I want to grow up someday, but someday never comes so I've just been hanging out at Toys 'R Us. After a while, people start to wonder why you're there and that's why it's great that there are so many, so you just go to another one.
I'm not sure if it's worse to run out of material or toilet paper. My worst case scenario involves neither, but then again I don't profess to be a journalist. I just don't have what it takes to do that sort of thing day in and day out. It would take a lot of "want to do that" which I sorely lack.
And so, another day goes by, free from the confinement of underwear.
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