I heard it a few times. That's an exaggeration. Well, maybe in a conversation. Apparently, 2012 is her year. A new boyfriend and a new job. Things couldn't get any better than they are right now. For Her.
So on the way home I go into my usual funk when things haven't gone my way. I now want to know when is my year. When do I get the metaphorical new boyfriend and new job? Why do I get to keep the old model and still don't have a real job? I'm grouchy about it now. It's been a few days and I've stewed on the whole idea of when it was goin to be my year.
I've tried to think of a time when things went well for me for any extended period of time, much less in multiples and I couldn't think of anything. I think I permanently live in half-baked world. Very little of what I do is ever much more than mediocre success and it's always an uphill climb.
Ah well, I hear my husband snoring from the other room so it must be 1:00 in the morning. It is.
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