Before I go into the actual blog... I must say this. WHAT IS WRONG WITH DRIVERS? I had to drive to Idaho for work today, which means I spent close to 7 hours just driving. But since I was in my nifty new car that has satellite radio... it wasn't too bad. What I wanted to do was throw something at the cars that were riding the left lane. Okay people... little lesson in driving etiquette. You DO NOT ride in the left lane. You PASS in the left lane. When you ride in that lane you fuck up my cruise control. And as cruise and I had a long separation I didn't appreciate the multiple interruptions.
So on to the big stuff.
Shelly sent me an email yesterday. Apparently we didn't miss our 10 year reunion. Someone called her parents house trying to get ahold of her. Um... hello? Where the fuck was my call? I was much more popular. ;) Kidding. But I am pissed no one called me.
10 fucking years. So where was I ten years ago? Well the world was my oyster. I was given a choice by my parents. I chose to stay in Utah and go to school. I was madly in love with a person I assumed was the "happily ever after". I had just started a new job. I was getting ready to attend a great college. I was living with my parents and had just got a new car. I wasn't talking to my best friend, we had a falling out over a guy. But I was happy. And I was skinny.
So where am I now?
Well I am older, much older. People call me ma'am. I don't always get an id check when I purchase beer. I have gray hair... lots and lots of gray hair. I am living with my sister. I just bought me a brand spanking new car that I love. I have a job that I love. I am with "happily ever after". I am just a few classes shy of my MBA. And I am barely talking to my previously mentioned best friend. I have the most fantastic friend ever. I am happy. Just not so skinny.
So the title is rotting oyster. Because... well... my oyster stunk. What transpired in these ten years to get me where I am now was hard. Failed relationship after failed relationship. I went through a horrible marriage. Shelly and I had another falling out, again, sort of over a guy. This time it was close to unrepairable. I worked for years in a job I loved but was underpaid and under appreciated. I lost who I am.
I am not, not even for a mili-second, complaining. Everything I went through made me who I am today. If it weren't for the failed relationships I wouldn't know what I want and deserve and I wouldn't be able to see that in the BF. If Shelly and I hadn't have parted ways I never would have met the BFF. I am living with my sister, and at times that is trying, but mostly I love it. I am finally in a job that I love and excel out (okay... I excelled at the other too). And Shelly and I are slowly building a friendship. It is different and it is refreshing.
I guess the moral of this story is that the world may be an oyster... but you don't have to settle for the first one you get. If it starts to smell funky, throw it away and get a new one.
