Girl, Uninterrupted

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That's me. Girl, uninterrupted. Same old life. Day after day. Week after week, month after month, year after ... well, you get the picture.

By the time I was 21 years old, I had survived being a homeless teen, a 19-year-old unwed mother and then a brief (less than 1 year) marriage to an alcoholic. I remember I used to WISH that all the drama would stop and that life would settle down.

Maybe I took the wish too seriously...

Because now, "settled" is all I have. My life flows along, year after year, uninterrupted by drama, happiness or a date! I've been single since I was 21 years old. I pay my bills on time. My house is always immaculate. I've never been unemployed. I don't smoke or do drugs or engage in one-night-stands. Actually, for the past few years, I don't engage in sex at all. I take my vitamins. I don't cheat on my taxes ... and I don't even know how!

What this all adds up to is : BOREDOM, BOREDOM, BOREDOM.

This morning, I did my usual routine. I arrived at work 1/2 hour early and went to the cafeteria to buy herbal tea and a bagel. And I talked to Roger at the breakfast counter. (I know all of the cafeteria workers names. And the cleaning staff. And the security guards. But I have no idea what the Minister of Foreign Affairs looks like...)

I was telling Roger about my rut and he happily chirped "I know what you should do! Don't get your usual boring bagel. I invented a new flavour of omlette yesterday. I'll make it for you and you can taste-test it!"

It wasn't exactly the most exciting idea in the world, but figuring it was at least a start to changing my life, I agreed. I was presented with a styrofoam container labelled "Mexican omlette, $3.95".

I made my purchase and I am now sitting at my desk eating a strange concoction. It's eggs, bacon, lettuce and tomatoes, all mixed up with a ton of hot salsa. And he put home-fries on the side. It's spicy and soggy. *sigh* I miss my boring bagel.

Maybe there's something to be said for doing what's predictable.