I’m not slick. I’m not interesting. I’m probably boring. I’m plain. I’m a no-nonsense sort of person. But, these days the emotions can well up in me sometimes like I’m a different person. Just a song, just a silly little song with a guy singing country can reach right in and grab my uterus and twist it right up. Not like it hurts. It’s like my whole insides do a flash back to the time I was young and juicy and I’m not 52 anymore for a couple of minutes.
I wonder if my mother ever felt like that? She never said anything like that to me.
So, I have to get my mind back on track again and not worry about it. I’ve got other things to do. I’ve got other things I want to do. And, suddenly I want to do them all real fast.