“I saw my life this morning
Lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff I'm saving
God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in
This is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons
For holding on for such dear life
Here's where I let go.”
--Mary Chapin Carpenter
Towards the end of the evening Wednesday, Schmoop and I had an interesting conversation. She said that in spite of ourselves, her and I included, we tend to think that things are horrible.
She said, to the effect…
“We have a roof over our head. We have food. We’re both working; and we like each other. What the fuck else could you want?”
I chuckled and then I thought, “Well, you’re right.”
She had a buzz, yet in spite of the tough times we are going through, continued on in irony…
“But you know what? It could be worse. We could be alone. We could be going through this alone.”
I told her that things weren’t desperate, but that she was correct. We couldn’t be doing things alone.
She responded by saying, “I know. That’s what I’m saying. Everyone needs friends, and you’re mine.”
Me, being Mr. Philosophical, tried to rationalize what she was talking about and just shook my head.
Schmoop said, “No, it’s what you have always said…“I may be broke but I ain’t poor. Broke means you have no money; poor means that you have no hope…or friends.”
And then she said, “Let’s start over. Not as far businesses or work, but our attitudes. Let’s not be afraid of anything.”
To which I said, “Okay, that’s no problem for me, how about you?”
She went to bed…but I think she's almost home.