Don’t you wish you could wear an Emotionally Unavailable sign around your neck sometimes? I mean-really??? Because isn’t it the truth? There’s just no more room in my emotional bank. I’m already robbing Peter to pay Paul here. My emotional reservoirs are tapped, folks…
So here are some things I should care about….but honestly don’t:
Haiti (there-I said it); my homeowner’s association (screw ‘em); the neighborhood kid who just got into the magnet school (bless 'em); health care reform (I’ll bitch when I actually get screwed); Spring fling at the elementary school (I know-treasonous); my retirement fund (total denial here); the 29 charity drives that cross my desk per month; your adorable niece/nephew who I will never meet; the (perfect) way you did things at your (perfect) old job; how many years it will take to be debt free…
Stuff I need to spend less time thinking about:
Jesse James’s affairs; Where Sandra Bullock is hiding out; If Elin will take back Tiger; the shabby shrubs and dead plants in my front beds; why anyone would believe in Scientology; wondering when the sagging jeans fad will die out; how to get more blog followers; whether to take a cruise next year (since life long debt is not a worry...); typing this list…
btw-Feel free to add some of your own. I mean at least we can look like total schmucks together. Power in numbers, baby!
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