So what do you do for a living? He asked. And I was quick to throw the question back at my friends boyfriend. He answered, I’m a gay escort. Funny how my inner judgy self didn’t go on hyperdrive. And I didn’t make any judgement at all, even I could not beleive what was going on with myself at that very moment. I simply smiled and asked him – and how’s that working for you?
People can choose to bail out on you and move on, you know. And that’s far easier than staying, helping out and enduring the pain. A little bit of appreciation would be nice, at least every once in a while.
Should there always be a meaning, a reason, a purpose? Couldn’t I be happy, just because I am.
I could not believe that it would be one day close to a year, since I last made an entry. Wow, have I been that busy? Well, come to think of it – it was worst than that. It was more like hell on steroids! The years 2010 has brought so many changes in my life, and 2011 has been so kind and drama free [so far.] I was finally able to put nursing school behind me, and hello graduate school. What was I thinking? I don’t know, I wasn’t. The train of opportunity came, I accidentally took the wrong stop, hopped on the wrong line and that’s where I am now. Funny, I know.
But it all boils down to one question. Am I happy? You bet I am. It maybe crazy, but then again I’ve had it worst before. So it wouldn’t be that much of a big deal, anyway. Right?