I feel like stomping my feet right now. I was checking out various sites and kept coming up against people's descriptions of their US middle-class lives with skiing, vacations, artisitc achievements, community support. One fellow bragging about how he has only one life and he doesn't mind if it is all reveled. I just want to say that I have not succeeded in that way and I am bored with the level of inclusion some folks take for granted, no matter where they go they express their attitude of being welcomed and belonging,of having lived so perfectly that any part can safely be up for public consumption.
Well I will just have to work on expressing some Bukowski attitude in this welfare case worker life of mine. I often feel excluded having, over the years, been friends with maybe ten people at work. I have never been able to stay in any group very long-not church, not 12 Steps, not union or political action groups. I keep friends for a long time and I admit I am so grateful for the friends I do have with their wonderful sympathy ( in the old definition perhaps closer to harmony) and their intelligence and wonderful sense of story.
I feel better now. I think I am touchy because someone added to our bathroom library of magazines one titled SELF. No wonder my granddaughter is so confused. what crap warning about the dangers of compulsive eating/purging while the rest of the rag is full of clothes normal kids could never afford, face make-up that costs more than a pair of jeans and on and on. This is crazy, insane and we need a hippie rebellion now!!!!!!!