Day the 132nd - Day 4 of 30 Days of Truth

Sheesh-a-mundo...what a day. Church--which was great and Bishop had a great homily. Choir sang great (well Jeff the Choirmaster said we did), and then fun lunch at Pei Wei with friends.

And later in my day, a very intense conversation--oh let's call it what it was: a major knock-down, drag-out fight--with a friend. In Which Our Heroine Was Confronted With Some Of Her Shortcomings. But that doesn't make it any easier. And both of us were exhausted by it. A happy ending, but I hate it when I get reamed, deserved or not. Either way, it's just no fun. For either party...

So here I am at Central Library, with a red nose, eye-makeup cried off, and generally feeling like crappo. I'm not sure that's a word, but I used it and I like it.

Yes, I had a bagel this morning. Right now, I could give a rip about my weight, but don't worry, that will change. Very soon (like Wednesday morning because this Wednesday is Weigh-In Wednesday...)

Tonight will probably be...yogurt+ because Weltha no feel like cooking...at all...

And now, we are on to Day 4 of 30 Days of Truth.

And today's prompt is:

Something You Hope You Never Have To Do

I have thought about this...bury a spouse? Well, I'm not married but when I am, the chances are good that unless he is a bit younger than I, I will bury him. Bury a child? I don't have children of my own although I think that burying step-children would be almost equal in pain. Bury a sibling? The Brothers are almost 9 years older than I am...chances are good that they will go before me...

I could go on and on with things I hope I never have to do, and all of them are pretty doggone horrible. But here is one that I can tackle:

I hope I never have to go to prison.

I have a friend who has a very close family member in prison. It has been painful for her and for the family.

And everything I read about prison, well, it scares me. A lot. I think I would feel so lost I wouldn't know what to do with myself. And it would mean that either I had done something perfectly terrible or there had been a mistake. Either one of those possiblities makes me feel sorta sick inside.

I value my privacy; I hear there is none in prison. I value quiet and even silence; I hear that prison is terribly noisy. I value being able to go outside to the park and lose myself in nature; not even remotely a possibility in prison. I value my sense of safety; I would fear for my safety in prison--I sometimes have a REALLY big mouth, and I can imagine getting in trouble.

So...I never want to go to prison. And I can probably write about this because as scary as it is, I know it's not even remotely a possiblity. Thank goodness.

These first four days have been really...NOT FUN to write about. But tomorrow gets better...it's something people compliment me on...that's an easy one and a fun one. There is something that I get compliments on frequently, but you will have to read tomorrow...

And now...a completely non-productive hour playing Mafia Wars, because I need something mindless. Besides, I am totally poised to hit level 700 today. I'm all over that...

Sheesh-a-mundo indeed!

Independently,

Weltha