I have had a weekend of ups and downs. This morning I had a hard time actually getting out of bed. I laid there and stared at the ceiling. Since I live alone, no one needed me. I had no motivation to actually get out. After putting the blanket over my head for a while, I needed coffee and that constituted actually getting out of bed and so I did.
Here I sit at a Starbucks using their internet drinking a Caramel Spice Apple Cider. At least I am up and about, right?
I went out with friends last night to a Christmas Eve tree lighting at Faneuil Hall in Boston.
After the tree lighting I went to get a few drinks with a good friend to the Bell in Hand in Boston. I used to go there a lot about 9 years ago and I have a hard time reconciling that yes, it has been 9 years since I was 30. I had a great time with my friend and I was talking to a 25 year old. The person was born when I was a freshman in high school! My friend thought I should have gotten his number but I could not do it, even though he was really handsome.
Is it so bad that I want someone near my own age? Who I can talk about certain things and they know what I am talking about?
I have been feeling more and more that I am meant to be alone yet I do not want to be but that it is inevitable. It is hard to explain.
The whole Hostess debacle in the news makes me sad and mad. Never mind that the American icon (no matter if it may be immortal and horrible for you) will most likely be gone but something like 18,500 people will be out of a job and the crooks that run Hostess got huge raises and expected their employees to make up for it. It makes me sick. I did however eat the Twinkies
I am reading a book that I can not put down that but it disturbs me on so many levels. It is called Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire. What is the line between an obsession and love? I will be writing more about this when I finish it and digest it a little.
How was your weekend?