So, as anyone who follows this blog knows, I've had a pretty harsh 1/2 year. I've come to terms with it recently and am just accepting that this is where I'm supposed to be right now. I hate it. But accept it. Is that combo even possible?
anyhoo ...
I was at Streetlight last night and one of the semi-regulars who is pretty outgoing, outspoken, has strong opinions on 9-11 and world leaders etc was there. Near the end of the night while he was once again waxing eloquent, he happened to mention that his mother was only 36. Now this kid is 6'3, had great clothes on, talking about finishing up some tickets for drilling - which wouldn't surprise me if it was the truth - he's highly intelligent.
I stopped him - put my hand on his arm as I often do when making a point - and asked him again how old his mother was followed by "how old are you???"
20 he said.
I was just staring up at him - up being the key word - I think my mouth was like a cod fish and I said to him and anyone else who would listen
"Oh my goodness, I am one year younger than your mother, you could be my kid" He continued on explaining his theory on life's cards we're dealt, I clearly was listening because I interrupted him with "I can hardly believe it, YOU COULD BE MY KID!!"
Dan, the biker dude who makes hysterically inappropriate remarks whenever he can, says appropriately enough this time "Do you feel old?"
The kid unfazed and a little annoyed that I was icing his game said "Yeah, she had me when she was 16", pats my back and says "but I thought you were 26, so you're doing ok." And without missing a beat, proceeds with his conversation.
I was torn between the sincerity of his comment and the dual reality that I AM old and that my situation isn't all that bad - I could be 35 with a 19 year old eating at a drop in center for street kids.
I'll take my life and its little bumps and bruises, thank you.