Wednesday, December 28, 2005

I forget but then remember

Sometimes, I forget that I'm an adult. I forget that, if I am sad and hungry, I can order whatever I want to eat, including ultra-spicy Indian food. I am not bound by the random, sad tidbits of food lingering in my empty pantry. Yes, I should make the economically-wise choice and mix that tuna with that can of diced tomatoes and spread it on the left-over, 4 strands of soba noodles. I should, but I don't have to. I wouldn't do it if my husband were here and not at work, so why should I do it to myself? Sometimes, I am important.

I also forget that I'm allowed to open a bottle of wine and have a glass while I work, even if it is a weekday. I don't have to stare at it and wish that I could have it. I'm allowed to drink without showing my ID to an invisible, parental bartender--especially if it is a school night.

It's nice when I remember that I can do these things. I'm glad I don't remember all of the time, but every so often, it's nice.


At 10:37 PM, Blogger Jessica said...

You ARE important, dear...and grown up, too!

At 1:06 AM, Blogger Murky Thoughts said...

I think you and I may belong to the same species. Or I can remember being such a creature before giving into perpetual self-indulgence. The Id is under-rated.

At 1:07 AM, Blogger trisha said...

Boy, I am glad I am not an adult. Sounds miserable.

At 12:56 PM, Blogger RussianViolets said...

I have the same revelation with regard to wine; it's something that really never hit me until I started living alone. :-) Have a glass for me.


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