I am a few entries away from the 150 mark. Unbelievably. Beyond eating, breathing, sleeping, and dressing, I can't think of anything I've done 150 times in my life. Weird.
Anyway. I was reminded of another little aspect of my psyche earlier. My immediate family was supposed to have dinner together tonight at one of my favorite restaurants and earlier today, a consensus was announced that a better venue for a dinner together was our family kitchen. I arrived 7 minutes late for dinner, only to find that everyone had already eaten. I was really pissed because this lovely picture I had in my head was diminished-- but at the end of day, everyone was eating together and everyone seemed to act like themselves. Yeah, one or two people at the table failed to don his/her big-kid pants and act like an adult, but at least we ate together. I am certainly an idealist, and the realization that things aren't as they seem never gets easier to swallow. I will never stop hating the admission that the people I love aren't as perfect as I picture them to me, But, they're still my people.
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