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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ish who wrote (41923)	11/16/1999 8:31:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Ish, I find a big change in routine absolutely disparaging. (Uh oh. I think I don't know what that word means.) I mean, unless the change is thrilling. I have only been able to see that about myself in the last several years. Because I romanticized myself as the adaptable human I was when I was young and sane. But in fact, I need my simplicity and routine and options and naps and laziness and affection and coffee and money and mind. Free. Un-sullied. I HATE sully. I like, frankly, retirement. I don't like plumbing stuff. I don't like needing to figure out why the car's mileage is dropping. I think life is stressful, and I used all mine up. I think it's funny to admit this; because it's the pathetic fucking truth. I refuse to be embarrassed by pathetic. I'm starting the Pathetic Liberation Front. After I get a sandwich. I too, want to be left alone. To wander aimlessly inside my world. I am, good for nothing. A slacker. Oh, I don't mind doing stuff, if it's the stuff I want to. I don't know what we call that, exactly. Somebody hep me out here. That's why I was warning you, you've got your work cut out for you. I remember getting the wheel chair, the walker-boot fittings, the crutches, the therapy, on and on and on..... I distinctly remember my first trip to the bathroom. About five weeks after my accident. It took, about 18 minutes, to get there, one room over. But I am happy as a lark now. You have my sincere empathy, bud. I'm not one of those truly wonderful, humbling, never tired or exasperated humans they call "a trooper." (My love comes to mind. Duh.) What can I say? It's embarrassing. But you asked, and said you were serious.