May 8, 2009
I was watching a news show the other day. As usual the reporters were discussing a controversial topic - one in which they have an agenda to push but work really hard to appear objective. What was this controversial topic? Don't remember. The news station? Don't remember that either. What were they wearing? Didn't notice.
I do, however, remember an interview with some lady via satellite. It was an awkward interview - one where precious TV seconds lapse as the questions and answers go back and forth. The woman was asked for her opinion on the controversial subject (that I've since forgotten) when she replied with, “Blah blah blah – klutzy pause – blah blah blah for women like myself who find themselves pregnant.”
What the? FIND yourself pregnant?
Did she wake up the other day, green with nausea and scream “I find myself pregnant! I lost myself for a while but when I found me again there's a baby growing in there. How did this happen to me?!“
At first, I thought, “You idiot. Anytime you FIND yourself with a whats-it in your whoo-hoo, there's a possibility you'll FIND yourself pregnant.” But then I thought, “You genius. FINDing yourself in a situation is the perfect loophole for dodging personal responsibility."
I find myself a drunk who cannot hold a job. I find myself the mother of two who wants to run away because I find that my kids cannot FIND their shoes. I find myself with $30,000 of credit card debt. I find myself with a messy house. I find myself married to an abusive dickhead (not Spouse – jimmy). I find myself naked in a hot tub fool of monkeys. I find myself uneducated. I find myself 400 lbs. I find myself typing this trash while Yahoo #2, still in the PJs, finds that cartoons will turn his mind to mush.
You don't get to find yourself.
You make decisions. Every day. And where you are, right now, at this very intense or peaceful moment, is a result of all those decisions.
Think of what you'll find in the future.