What's Your Fucking Problem (WYFP) - The What the Hell am I doing Edition
Sat Mar 31, 2007 at 05:07:13 PM PDT
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here.
Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
Thanks to all that have hosted this party in the past. And thanks for letting me host tonight's show. It's an honor. But, truth be known, I really don't know what the hell I'm doing.
I’ve known a quite some time now that I’d be hosting WYFP tonight. A little intimidating, because I’m not a diarist. The diaries I’ve like the most have been thoroughly researched, properly analyzed, well-reasoned, well-written. I don’t have the time, energy, skill or smarts to do diary-writing on Dkos justice. I also have the attention span of a gnat. Or maybe I’m just a perfectionist and understand my diaries would be lacking (whether they really were or not). Oh, I can post comments. But they’re usually nothing of substance, and thankfully, they get lost in an ocean of comments at Dkos. In any case, I consider whatever comments I make to be more like therapy, a simple statement of reflection, blowing off steam, expressing frustration and/or outrage. Or, like here at WYFP, to express empathy, sympathy, opinion, offer a suggestion, or just to have a really, really good laugh.
I have the impression, there are a lot of people like me at Dkos. That’s the beauty of being here. You're as involved as you want to be.
My fucking problem (yeah, I can say fucking, because I have a fucking potty mouth, so there), is the fucking problem I’ve have since April 30, 2004, and is the fucking problem I will have approaching every April 30, which is the anniversary of my momma’s death. She was my soul-mate. Of course, I miss her all the time, but as any of you who has lost someone you’re very close to knows, when you start approaching that anniversary date, it hits you harder. I’m of the understanding this gets better as time goes on. I’m certain it’s true. Well, I’m hoping it’s true.
I miss me mommy. And she'd be so pissed if she knew I was still mourning her loss. But that's MFP, isn't it. The world doesn't end, and life goes on. Another year passes, a little more of the pain is numbed. I know it won't be long, I'll be able to look back at all those wonderful years, and I'll be feeling more joy from memories than pain from loss. That's certainly how mom wanted it.
And so, without further ado about absolutely nothing of consequence, please tell us, What's Your Fucking Problem?