Keeping It Real

10-14-2004 - 7:51 a.m.

I'm in a funk. I found out I've got to go to Denver, alone, for a conference in November. This of course involves flying, and if you're a long-time reader, you know how I feel about flying. (for the newbies-- let's just say that I believe air travel will lead to the downfall of mankind--seriously).
On top of it, my boyfriend is insisting we fly to a friends wedding in a couple of weeks. Fuck him. If I fly I can't relax-- and it sure isn't a vacation. I've spent a lot of time lately wondering why I can't just have a normal, boring life. Why can't I live it how I want to live it? Why can't I be like my mom, and garden on Saturdays? Is the upward mobility really worth it? Sometimes all I really want to do is shop at Walmart, eat at the Olive Garden, drive a mini-van, vacation by car (how I used to when I was a kid-- what happened to the road trip?) and give a big "fuck you" to the city liberals who won't leave the state without flying first class.

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