Midlife crisis number 342-
What to do when you are sitting in a Starbucks having bad coffee and someone you haven't seen since high school walks in and hasn't noticed you yet?
Part of what is horrifying me in my ripe youngish oldish age is the weight gain. I actually actively avoid people because the idea that the last time they saw me was about 30-40 pounds ago really makes actually physically pains me. I have issues. self image issues. Age does not sit well with me. Not unlike my grandmother who used to say to me "when I get up I feel great. Then I see my reflection and my day is ruined." Yes I am superficial this way. I admit it. I will most likely go under the knife someday because the idea of an old neck makes my face get crinkly in self loathing. I want a mommy makeover but I need to not only figure out how to pay for it but lose weight for? My protruding tummy a result of tearing my muscles mid hurl while pregnant depresses me every day. And trying to get rid of clutter? I hold on to my size 6 pants thinking that someday I will fit in them again. So at size 12 with an aging neck, deep worry lines in my forehead and said protruding tummy- what does one do when you see someone from high school?
You pretend to read the classified section of the paper. Wow. I had NO idea that a Chevy 1500 truck went for that. What is a Chevy 1500 anyway? Wow his kid is REALLY cute. awww...cute kid is smiling at me. Now, his wife is smiling at me. She looks so nice. OK...mustering up courage...hate small talk...can sit here and drink my mocha in silence..The kid is wearing a sweatshirt with the school name on it!
"Hey! I went there." I say....
and what a lovely time I had.
Our kids ended up playing in a nearby playground for a couple hours while we caught up and then some. Sometimes a crisis isn't a crisis at all!
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