July 26, 2013 — Zena
July 26, 2013 — Zena
Truth be told, I do not remember my morning. I had to be at work today at 5:45am to fill and file reports, meaning I woke up at 3:30am to get out of the house on time. This is not what I envisioned my life to be. I am still sleeping, and I still don’t know exactly how I got to work Things have been happening. Maybe its because of my impending birthday, and the reminder that I will soon join all the people that lie to themselves and say 30 is the new twenty, or maybe it’s because my monthly visitor is arriving.Usually a week before she arrives, the universe conspires with my mother to make my life miserable. Why else would anything projecting testosterone stick to me like white on rice. Why else would the men who usually don’t even bat an eyelash my way, profess undying love to me, always at this time of the month? Meanwhile I am blotted, I am irritated, I have a pimple from hell on my forehead seeking attention, and my mother won’t let me be.
“Zena, Zena, are you praying? God says ask and it shall be giving unto you, Ask for the bone of your bone and the flesh of your flesh. You think you’re a spring chicken? Look around you, do you want to be like so, so,so and so”
Tell me is this what I want to hear? My goodness can I get some slack? Unfortunately, my co-workers and everyone in my path gets my frustration.
I make a fool out of myself this time though. I hear a guy shouting “Miss, Miss” and seriously trying to catch up with me. This time, I am ready, I am going to tell him about his life and why the next time he sees me he should run!. He catches up to me, and I scream “What!!! What do you want, no I won’t go out with you, no, I am not an angel missing from heaven, no, I don’t want your number, just leave me alone!.
He looks at me, smiles and hands me my keys. “You dropped your keys”
My name is Zena. It is a Friday and I’m a HUGE fool.
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Zena is an unrepentant Bibliophile in love with music and God. She still remains an on again, off again blogger at Zena’s Sprawlings.