Old patterns – BEGONE!
I got sick a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t go to the Gym, I have not been able to get back into it. Tomorrow (and I don’t mean it in the mañana sense) I will go to the gym and start a new seven day challenge. As a matter of fact I think I will spend a little more of my much depleted savings and get myself a personal trainer.
I feel that I am slipping back into some pretty crappy patterns and it scares me. I know that part of this is a seasonal depression, every year I go through a “life sucks” phase (keep the “only once a year” comment to yourself). I have come to the realization that the long-ass Norgie winter is to blame. Even though I no longer experience starting and ending each workday in actual physical darkness (not just the darkness of the mind and soul), the sun shines more hours each day, not to mention that spring is in the air, I am still feeling the effects of too much darkness and cold.
This seasonal depression is making me mutter obscenities and act even weirder than usual (yes it is possible).
These are the times I wish Mom had married a Hawaiian Prince and not a Norgie Engineer. I do not give a flying flatulent monkey’s behind that she didn’t actually know a Hawaiian Prince; if she really loved me she would have found one. Instead she finds herself a Norwegian Engineer moves us from Mendocino Greeno country and straight to Nesodden, which incidentally is basically the same exact place with just a slightly different language and better clothing (and less pot too) but certainly Nesodden does qualify as backward hic, Norgie hillbilly country minus the inbred quotient (although I may be mistaken – judging from some of the residents).
As for my step-dad he is the best father any girl could have, certainly he has been and is the best father for me, but still, it’s fucking cold and dark in this country. Would it really hurt either of them to at least attempt to be Hawaiian nobility?? I mean, really, it is never too late to stake a claim and move to Hawaii, of course one must take the family with one and off to live a life of luxury and relaxation with a pool and poi for all…
You might argue that I should find my own Hawaiian Prince and stop blaming my Mom, my answer is of course – “I never asked to be born and regardless it’s all Mom’s fault and I have the t-shirt to prove it!”
