I am ashamed to come to you this morning and tell you what this nonsense above is about. However, I can’t act like I’m not a human and still expect folk to see the human in me, so I’m here with this morning’s tale of “The Dumb Shit”.
I’m an avid fan of Pinterest. It doesn't matter what you’re looking for, it’s on Pinterest. Outfit ideas, recipes, funny photos, instructions on macrame, it’s all there. In fun little card-sized ideas that you “pin” to a virtual “board”. I’ve been Pinning for probably 15 years at this point, and still love it.
I have a confession to make, though. I still pin wedding dresses, and rings, and other wedding paraphernalia to my Thug Wife board.
Me. At 42. Not even a hint of a person in my life. So far from anything in the realm of happily ever after, I may as well be on Mars. Yet, here I am, like a 12-year-old girl with a bridal magazine and kitchen shears.
I know. I fucking know.
I’m just as disgusted as you are. Yet, as many times over the years as I have been left, cheated on, beaten, and heartbroken, here it is. Alive and in all its fucking glory, and still actively collecting pins.
I wish I had a better explanation. I don’t. I’m doing exactly what it looks like.
Pretending like I have a someday. A someone. A second run-through before the curtain drops. I’on really know what the fuck I’m doing, either, bruh. I clearly am buggin.
As you can see from the screenshot above, I have impeccable taste as far as my imaginary life goes. Much like my actual life, you won’t catch me dead in an unflattering dress line. Other than that, there isn’t a hint of sanity in this entire collection of virtual ideas.
Do you want to hear the funniest part? I don’t give a fuck, I’m telling you anyway. I’m not deleting it. I’m leaving it there, and if I’m being honest, I’ll keep adding to it.
I may have accepted my fate in every other arena. I may have come to terms with the life to which I’ve resigned myself but in this one place…
In this place, I have hope. And as I’ve said for years, hope is a killer. So, I caged it here, in this online storyboard, and it can’t get out and run amok, fucking with my heart.
It’s flexcuffed to the fucking radiator on Thug Wife. It’s gonna have to chew its own fucking arm off to get out of pocket this time.
Ok but that gothic lace tho 🔥🔥🔥
I miss old school Pinterest but I still go on periodically. I think much of what made it successful was exactly this point....an escape, a daydream, a small piece of hope. While I never did the wedding board, I pinned the crap out of plenty of other "aspirations". I am no closer to any of them. Meh
I’ve been married for 23 years and I stop and look at wedding dresses, eyeball rings and peruse flowers. We are completely normal. 💜