This and That
By Diana May-Waldman,WWH/CJE- My neighbor started a rumor about my female next door neighbor. He told other neighbors that she was a lesbian. Not that this is bad thing, it’s just that she isn’t. When I asked him why he thought that he said, “When she was moving in I saw among her things a rainbow flag.”
I am in transition. Not exactly menstruating anymore, but not exactly in menopause. I am in hormonal hell. It used to be, I would have a couple of days of crankiness and some food cravings, bloating and achy breasts—then comes the calm when the bleeding starts. When that would end I would become like a cat in heat. Tail up in the air looking to mate. Like now. And then the process would start all over again. I knew what to expect. I had a gauge. Now I am not sure how to handle my body. It’s getting tricky.
Yeah, I ate almost a complete half of a cake and I don’t even like cake.
I wonder if people realize there is no distinction between Republicans and Democrats anymore and there hasn’t been for a long time? And I wonder if they realize all these smears campaigns are designed to keep them distracted?
I also wonder why people believe most everything they read or hear and never really investigate it any further. Maybe, it’s kind of the like the Bible. It must be true, because the Bible says so.
My mother told me that the Catholic religion keeps changing,. She said, “It used to be if you lost a limb, you would have to bury it and then when you died, they would bury that part with you, so you would be whole.”
I said, “Who came up with this shit?”
One of my neighbors harasses the homeless. I leave my bottles and cans for them and my neighbor thinks I am inviting them into the neighborhood. I wonder if he knows, the two men that come to my house for bottles, do not collect any government money. They just collect bottles and cans.
Sometimes I need to cry, but I never do. I always choke it back. Sometimes I need to be held, but I won’t let anyone hold me. People think I am fearless and for the most part, I am—except when it comes to love. I stay on the safe side. The first cut is the deepest.
Sometimes we are “this” and sometimes we are “that” and sometimes we are just some place in between.
I hate the sound of police and ambulance sirens. I hear them every single day. I am a country girl trapped in a city and sometimes there is no place to hide. My husband grew up in Chicago and doesn’t even hear the sirens. I hear them coming from a mile a way and I want to run away from them. I’ve learned that sacrificing too much makes you bitter. It’s those choices that we make in the name of love that come back around to bite us in the ass.