I did not expect a co-worker to flee this morning, spitting
“I QUIT” at the one person who looked her in the eye.
But that's what I did.
I did not expect there to be a privileged, middle aged,
empowered, underemployed, independent, lonely white woman sobbing at the
McDonald’s.
But that's who I am.
I did not expect people’s brain chemistry to be such a confusing
black hole of questioned motivations, reactions, decisions.
But, that's what I deal with.
Is this hypermanic Lori? Hypoglycemic Lori? Broken Lori. Get
back to me when I’m not me anymore. Me is broken.
SIGH.
Well, I guess if I’m writing this, I am not broken YET.
I did not expect super heroes to have powers like NOT
slapping people, and NOT getting wasted, instead of strength or flying.
But that's what I am...
A fucking super hero,. Up, up, and away I go, NOT
slapping you. NOT getting drunk. NOT doing any harm. This is super hard.
Actually, I’m amazing at it. (Most of the time.)
I would expect to feel amazing,
But that shows what I know.
