Thursday, February 27, 2014

I didn’t want to be somebody’s husband and I didn’t want to be somebody’s dad, that wasn’t my goal in life. But somehow it was.


  1. Same here. I've been thinking about it this morning, on my way to work, and I thought, oh well, it's so much better than finding "love" all over again. Or "fun". I wouldn't have to go through what the rest of my colleagues are feeling: in the dark, no purpose in life. It's strange of me to tell this--not that I'm a whole new convert who thinks I have a purpose now (I guess I'll never have one)--but at least I do have errands every now and then (milking bottles, playing with son) which is fulfilling, to say the least. Or the fact that if I die at least someone will bear my last name--that sort of urge to procreate/give life (for the lack of a better term--maybe "life urge"? genealogy shit) has been accomplished.

  2. Somehow, it's the only thing I know that I can do.