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2008-12-28 - 9:22 p.m.

Happily Ever Never?

I rarely keep up with anyone's blogs anymore. I can barely manage to keep mine updated. The last thing I need is to crawl inside a stranger's head, but for some reason, I did just that.

Tonight, I clicked on a diary with a name that hinted at some possible intrigue. It was so depressing it made me feel better about my own life. Man, I thought *I* was fucked. I was torn between wanting to shake the hell out of this woman, and wanting to lie on the floor with her smoking cigarettes and sharing a bottle (or two) of wine.

After reading about 20 random entries, I had to pull away. Her self-hatred was wearing on my last nerve. Yet, she dished some DAMN FINE gossip. The nutshell: She's married to the "perfect" husband, but has numerous affairs with men, mainly from work. She's in various rehab and weight loss programs, but falls off the wagon at least once a week. She's convinced she's a terrible mother, and probably is, considering she can't remember the last time she went to the store for anything other than wine or beer. She pops pills and likes to spend weekends being conscious as little as possible. She skips work, procrastinates, spends too much money, surfs "mommy" & "crafty" blogs and fantasizes about being the perfect organized mother, and obsesses over the married guy at work she slept with who (probably? maybe? not sure?) has a new girlfriend.

Holy HELL! I KNOW. Don't you feel great about your life now?

I applaud her honesty (unless she's a habitual liar, which is totally a possibility), but mostly, I really wanna smack the shit out of her.

What is it about married people moaning and groaning, running around doing stupid shit? I have met so many whiny married people lately, I swear.

The only thing that is a bit "refreshing" in this case is that it's the woman fucking around.

I am continually fascinated that people spend thousands upon thousands of dollars to get married, then spend the next 20 years bitching...that they're married. (I still don't understand why people spend heaps of money on a wedding in the first place, but that's a whole other rant).

Perhaps I'm way too sensitive about this issue because my parents' divorce became official last week. I'm rather numb about it. In my heart, they were divorced along time ago. I wonder what my mom would've been like with a man she truly loved and vice versa?

At least, I learned never to settle. I will most likely never marry, but if I do: BYOBJ - Bring Your Own Blue Jeans.

I'll spring for the malt liquor. ;)