It all began with an attraction of some state I suppose. Chemistry, not in the exact scientific sense. After marriage and years later I'm sure biology had a little more to do with it. Then life happened. My life. Three years alone with the two who I call mom and dad and then she came. She being sister.
Then more years. School, friends, drama, laughter, life, love, money, jealousy, time-outs, growth, knowledge, and then THE MOVE. Did I want to start life at another school, no.
Then came new school, new friends, new drama, new laughter, new life, new love, new money, new jealousy, new time-outs (groundings), new growth, new knowledge.
More biology = new brother.
Then transitions needed to be made once again. New rooms, new requirements, high school, different friends, new sports teams, new illnesses, new problems.
Psychology = new diagnosis.
More transitions need to be made. Hospital which then in turn lead to....
New school, new friends, new drama, new laughter, new life, new love, new or no money, new jealousy, new time-outs (punishments), new growth, new knowledge, new rooms, new requirements, new illnesses, new problems.
Graduation and college happened. Transitions continue once more and this is how I got here.
Sounds like the same wheel turning turning turning, and half the time crushing you under it!
ReplyDeleteListen, it isn't nice to be amused by other people's problems, but you do present this material in a very droll way. You use the Santayana version of the history quotation in another post, but the Karl Marx version is the real deal and the tougher nut: "History repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as farce."
So, going back to 'droll,' you've taken sad, perhaps even tragic, events and re-scripted them as a bit of farce, as drollery.
Very unusual take on the prompt and very enjoyable to read.