♥ Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sometimes I wish I had a map of my future, something I could stick in my wallet for quick reference. There’d be a roving star with the words ‘You Are Here’ and then the paths ahead could be viewed in miniature, labeled clearly- a sort of portable GPS tracking device for potential destinies.
Eastern route: Treacherous self deception, premature gray, brief marriage with whoever resulting in one child, ugly divorce, insufficient child support and severe emotional scars. Later years involve daughter with prescription drug addiction, string of well-meaning but ultimately unfulfilling boyfriends, and untimely death by a bus.
Western route: Brutal honesty with self and the other half resulting in cathartic breakup, journey to wherever, scorching affair with whoever followed by the reunion with contrite and reformed other half. Glamourous, jet setting life. Death at the age of ninety as a result of well punlized tandem skydiving incident.
But as far as I’m concerned, at thirty eight, I want to be well preserved and have the grace to wrinkle a little when I smile.
Only time will tell,
Nadirah.
shut up!1:17 PM
