My mom just called to tell me that my cousin is pregnant. Let me rephrase that. My cousin, the bitch, is pregnant. She always was a bitch. The last time I saw her - this past July at her brother's wedding - she was really sweet and we sat and gossiped for over an hour. So, maybe she isn't a bitch...but for the sake of this conversation we'll say she is. She is pregnant. I am not. I am a lot older than her and got married before her, so I should be pregnant first, right? It's selfish of me, but that's how I feel right now.
Anyway...everyone seems to be pregnant these days. That is, everyone but me. We're obsessed with all the pregnant women in Hollywood, so it seems that the new "thing" is to be pregnant. Well, here's my new thing - I'm not going to have any kids. I don't want to have kids. I don't like kids.
So don't ask me when I'm going to have a baby because the answer is this - I'm not. It's my new thing...
Edited to add: And please don't try to convince me otherwise.
2 comments:
Please write a novel. Write it in first person. And let me read it during its various drafts. Because I think the literary world is missing out on you and your voice.
It always happens after you decide it is not going to happen...take it from me!
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