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I don't want to grow up...
Apr. 13th, 2004 09:53 pmTonight it all came down around me. I had to do something around the house. In this case that would be mowing the yard. I hate mowing the yard. Words are not strong enough for this. I loath the fact that I bust my ass to subjugate nature into some form of unnatural perfection.
But I pushed though and I mowed. I doubted my place in the universe and if I had any real direction in life. I doubted if I was really a man, and I wanted to live in the halcyon fall days of youth. I doubted I was a good provider to bunny (an odd thought considering we are equals in our relationship.) After many internal profane thoughts and a few profane words spoken out loud. The front yard was mowed...
...and it only took 45 minutes. The back yard I know takes at least twice as long. Well that will take me two nights and still have plenty of time to get other things done.
But I pushed though and I mowed. I doubted my place in the universe and if I had any real direction in life. I doubted if I was really a man, and I wanted to live in the halcyon fall days of youth. I doubted I was a good provider to bunny (an odd thought considering we are equals in our relationship.) After many internal profane thoughts and a few profane words spoken out loud. The front yard was mowed...
...and it only took 45 minutes. The back yard I know takes at least twice as long. Well that will take me two nights and still have plenty of time to get other things done.
