Not Me, Nooooo
I was not made to do certain things.
I was not made to not have money. I know this because not having any sucks. As I prepare to clear out ever more belongings, some for cash (she says hopefully) and others just to ditch for good, I realize that a regular income would be nice.
I was not made to not work. This may sound odd, but it’s true. I like to work. I like having a reason to get up, get showered, dressed, and do something with purpose.
I was not made to be without internet. That’s looming here and if I should disappear, you know why. Seriously though, my entire life is basically online, stored online, stored in email, stored on Flickr, connected to someone I know online, or, well, you get the picture. I’m pulling my hair out just thinking of the prospect of no connectivity. It hurts my heart.
I was not made for intenstinal complications. Nevertheless, when I get nervous, my stomach is the first to go. Actually, I don’t even have to be stressed. It just happens whenever it wants and I don’t like that. I’ve spent the last several weeks thinking…”hmmm, wouldn’t life be so much more fun WITHOUT having to buy toilet paper every three days?” (See the money and work things.)
I was not made to not have a car of my own. I’m one of those people who gets in her car, heads out on errands or to a specific destination and then has forty-three and a half adventures along the way. Whether it’s ending up chasing a spectacular sunset because it’s just to beautiful to pass up, following the guy with the 5 story bicycle (giving him my card and practically begging him to call me so I can photograph it, which he hasn’t done, but I’m not crazy because my friends from New Mexico saw him, too), or meeting some interesting little old man in the grocery store who was one of the first people to settle in this town (he’s only — like — 130, so there’s at least one other person older than him here)…I meet people and see things. It’s just what happens. But without a car of my own, it just doesn’t happen like that anymore. (See the money and work things.)
I was not made to have a senior in high school and a 7th grader. I’m not that old. I refuse to be that old! And yet, I couldn’t be more proud of the wonderful people they’ve turned into.
I was not made for a world without a beach, but I think I can get used to it.
I was not made to be given a promise and then have it savagely yanked from me. The promise that patience wins out in the end is a fable. And then a new promise on top of it that says “it’s finally time”…only to have it ripped away. I was not made for this.
I was not made for speed. I was made for comfort. That’s why God gave me two arms to wrap around someone, shoulders upon which someone might cry, ears to listen, and a heart to care. I know this without question. I may not be physically quick getting anywhere, but you know what? That gives me ample time with those who need me. At least, that’s how I see it.
What are you not made for?
I was not made to be poor, either. What happened??
Honey, when I win the lottery you are the FIRST person I am sending a check to.
Comment by vodkamom — 2009/08/22 @ 04:41
I used to have a lot of these when younger… such as ‘I was not made to not drive a BMW’… but I think with age comes acceptance.
I was made to be poor. At least that’s one of us.
Comment by Pam — 2009/08/22 @ 05:01
Started a list, then realized it got a little more personal than what I wanted to put in your comments. So I emailed them instead, if you don’t mind.
Comment by diamond dave — 2009/08/22 @ 06:22
There’s a whole heap of things I apparently wasn’t made for, but I seem to have had to do most of them. I don’t seem to have been made to have money – it comes in and goes out. Ce la vie!
Comment by The Gray Monk — 2009/08/22 @ 13:45
Great post!
I was not made to be surrounded by people all the time. I need time to myself or else I get grumpy!
I was not made for camping.
I was not made for celibacy.
I was not made for getting up before the sun!
Comment by Jason — 2009/08/23 @ 20:21
oooh, the up before the sun thing…I forgot that one! (Being up all night is one thing, getting up that early, not so much)
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/23 @ 20:52
I was not made for Nancy Pelosi’s bullshit. :nana: :flag:
Comment by JihadGene — 2009/08/23 @ 21:32
I was not made for being around fancy pants uppity people.
I was not made for wearing make up and having my hair done.
I was not made for putting up with whining.
I was not made for putting up with selfish, self centered people.
I was not made for putting up with rude people.
I was not made for putting up with stupid, oblivious people.
I was not made to sleep less than 8 hours a night – ever…
Comment by patti — 2009/08/24 @ 07:16
:thumbs: :clap:
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/24 @ 07:20
Good things come to those who wait is a bunch of bull crap.
I was not made to socialize or use too many words.
I don’t know ya know…how do I know what I was made for?? Maybe that’s it. Maybe I was made to e a monk. Or a monkess.
Comment by mannequin — 2009/08/27 @ 13:23
Or maybe we were just meant to “be” and not have to conform to all the crap we’re “supposed” to be and do.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/27 @ 21:06