I have just come to terms with the fact that I am boring. I am not immersed in new and exciting love like donna, don’t have a tumultuous past like no name yet, or enough angst (like so many other people I know) to fuel one of those new electric cars.
As is keeping with the theme of my boring-ness, I was invited to go out tonight, but decided to stay home instead. I ordered pizza, polished off some Peach Ciders, and became one with the primetime lineup (and some old Sex and the City episodes to fill in the slow spots).
I am, indeed, mundane – and I am okay with that. I would actually like nothing more than to find a good man (or, preferably, keep the one I’ve got), a good job, and settle down in suburbia with a dog, some goldfish, and 2.5 kids (although those can wait until some time in the future).
Perhaps the disordered nature of my life over the past few years has made me more likely to embrace my banality. Either that or I’m just getting old. But in any case, I’m okay with it, and that makes me happy.
What makes you happy (or unhappy) about the current state of your life and routine?