I have a major problem with dwelling in the past. Living in the moment is a really appealing idea, but pointless nostalgia can swallow me up. The general existence of the internet doesn’t help with this, as I have the ability to stalk people who I’m better off knowing nothing about, and lack the self control to keep myself from looking at the shit behind the curtain. So, right now I am struggling to convince myself that people who treat me like shit don’t deserve a place in my life, that I don’t actually have to be nice to everybody and give everybody the benefit of the doubt. It’s ok to cut people off who have in essence written me off. I am just fine. Things were great, actually, until I went and dug stuff up that got me upset. So the moral of the story, I guess, is that ignorance is bliss? I don’t know about that. But either way I’m gonna brush my shoulders off, and quit rambling.
About a month or so ago, I visited the Berkeley animal shelter and fell in love with this beautiful pit bull, Maria, who was supposedly going to be euthanized in a few days because she had kennel stress after having been there for seven months. I couldn’t take her home, although I almost tried, but I did what I could. I posted on facebook and craigslist and my church’s listserve to try to find her the good home she deserved. I never heard anything, and let it go. Although I did see a few days ago that she was still alive, according to the shelter website. Anyway, today I went to a volunteer orientation at the shelter, and long story short, one of the other women there is Maria’s new mom. She got adopted! And it was because of the post I made to the church list serve. So I helped save her life, and that feels good. Plus during the orientation this adorable pit puppy made himself at home in my lap, and now I wanna take him home.
Life right now: dog handling, dog walking, dog sitting, dog lusting. Humans? Meh.
Something more meaningful and less self-centered forthcoming, perhaps.







