Must Be Pollinated By Bats...

Passion Flower

Lol. The reason my car is always dirty.  Yes, I haul plants (and picture frames) around in the back of my BMW.  Its a car, albeit a nice one, but made for the transporting of <waves hands> all the things I love in my life.

<<< The tag said "must be pollinated by bats..." Guess I'll find out if there are bats by my apartment.   
 
Sometimes when I happen to be in a funk the oddest thinks knock me back to normal. This week it was reading Peter Welch's latest essay 24 Hours of Privilege. I had to laugh and then forward to some friends because its basically my life, our lives, with a few amendments. I mean the specific details are different but the general vibe is the same and someone with that kind of life really shouldn't be focusing on all the "bad" things in life. So what if I have a grocery budget and had to buy peanut butter for sandwiches this week because I also had to by cat food; I have a great apartment in a good area of town with a short walk to the light rail, the tickets for which my job subsidizes, complete with trees, flowers, and little birds that go tweet. So what if my boss is occasionally (or more than occasionally) a dick. All bosses are dicks including a high likelihood of me being one to my minions. So what if whiny people break their computers and saturate the network watching stupid soccer play offs. I still have an inside job that I'm fairly good at with no heavy lifting. And so what if I've recently spend some time clearing out the dead weight from my relationships.

Actually the last one bugs me quite a bit when I let myself dwell on it, and saying "it could be worse... you could be having to pretend interest in gym routines and diets, office politics and I'll-be-happy-when statements, video game descriptions and Comicon plans...  you could be dealing with bloody roast in the kitchen sink and being constantly frozen out by a thermostat set at 61 degrees..." The problem with "it could be worse..." is that eventually you have to work with what you have instead of continually comparing it to what you used to have.

<shrugs>. It's a process that's occasionally impeded by other people's desire to play Happy Families, also known as the company picnic, which I totally skipped.

Usually if I'm being particularly dense about something the universe reaches out to reinforce the lesson to basically stop feeling sorry for myself by sending some acquaintance my way who's being particularly stubborn in her need to wallow in self pity.  Last time it was one of my many occasional friends, one who tends towards depression but refuses to actually make positive changes, who quit her most recent job because "it just wasn't working..." 

So this afternoon enter a random text message from an acquaintance of mine, a gal who I haven't spoken to in months and haven't actually seen in longer.  "I'm adrift" the message said and so it began.  Evidently she's been demoted at her job and feeling particularly sorry for herself.  The irony is she's old enough to be my mom.  Thanks for the mirror, universe.  Mental note > don't be this person or the other person or any of my erstwhile "friends".

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