reality bites..
September 13th, 2005 by timelady
it really does.
get real. be realistic.get a grip on reality. whose reality are we talking about here? i have found it tends to be the issuer of such sweeping statements. it means you arent seeing things their (ie the ‘right’) way. and that doesn’t fit their notion of reality, therefore, you are not being real, realistic, or playing the reality game.
lets look at realities. i use the plural deliberately, because there isnt one subjective reality we can look at and go ‘ahh, thats it, thats reality’.my reality as a mother of many who is flat out juggling my time, well, thats one reality. school runs, plays, concerts, rehearsals, taekwondo competitions, kindy excursions, potty training, a days paid work, accounts and paperwork to do for a volunteer group and thats just this week. is that YOUR reality? do you feel my feelings, dream my dreams at the end of the day? sure, you may share practical elements of raising offspring,but you dont dream my dreams.
and ill talk about them some other time. thats tangental. and longer than i have time for before i sleep.sleep is the new luxury, isnt it.
i owe you one on dreams then. and tea still.
but our realities are different. there are flat earthers, religious fanatics, cult members i cant even begin to fathom,nor wish to. the saintliness of the dalai lama sure as hell eludes my, but his smile warmsme. but his reality - well, cant see shared reality at all there. though a bit more zen would be good, and one can aspire. and i do revere life, but recognise the hypocricy of my reverence.
anyway, im tired. again. and arent we all bored with that? im starting to realise supermum im not. but i adore, cherish, revere the wonderful people i am privileged to be raising. nothing in this world has as much value to me as my family, and my beloved friends who are family.
i wish the beloved man and i could find sometime together. but i guess spare time would be taken up with kid free projects we would both like,to find our indvidual selves too. how easy to become strangers. i get scared of that. i know how to lose people. i just dont like to.
hmm,pathos at bedtime,my reality for now. lets blame the last of the medication for now. or not. theres always an inner darkness in a reality, isnt there?
