Thanksgiving doesn't sit well with me. Well, let's be honest. Holidays don't sit well with me. Birthdays, military remembrance days, that day coming up that has to do with someone else's religious icon. They just make me feel hypocritical, excluded, and icky. When I lived in Chicago, my friends and I did this great vegan thanksgiving...but now that I live close to my family again, I'm going to this thanksgiving with a turkey feature, and it's just uncomfortable to be the hippie at the table.
To make it even harder, we're all out on the coast, renting a cabin, and the whole thing feels like a do-over of a thanksgiving I spent with my family, my college roommate, and my best friend Meredith, who died a little while later. I miss Meredith, I feel like I don't belong here, and I just want out.
I'm hiding in a closed room, playing with my new lens:
It's a fisheye, and maybe it's partly to blame for the way I feel like I'm having an optical migraine.
Now.
Will you please share a story with me that has nothing to do with any holiday of any sort? I would kill for some distraction from my pity party.
To make it even harder, we're all out on the coast, renting a cabin, and the whole thing feels like a do-over of a thanksgiving I spent with my family, my college roommate, and my best friend Meredith, who died a little while later. I miss Meredith, I feel like I don't belong here, and I just want out.
I'm hiding in a closed room, playing with my new lens:
It's a fisheye, and maybe it's partly to blame for the way I feel like I'm having an optical migraine.
Now.
Will you please share a story with me that has nothing to do with any holiday of any sort? I would kill for some distraction from my pity party.
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& Thank you!
I promise to tell you an actual story at a later time. Remind me!
Love the lens, you have beautiful eyes.