For seven years I’ve managed to conduct business through mostly email and face-to-face conversations. I rarely leave voicemails. Over the past two weeks I’ve had to communicate frequently with a third party, not based in my city, over the phone. More than twice I have left a message asking my contact to return my call and ended the message by saying “thanks very much, Emily.”
Like I’m signing an email, verbally. I am an idiot.
This morning I watched out my living room window as a man with a dog screamed obscenities at a woman who had gotten out of her car (because she hit him? I don’t know) and then punched her in the side of the head.
Abstract Rick Ross + Ghost Drawings
I am not quite sure how to categorize the feeling I had when my OBGYN asked me if I was considering children in the near future and when I cheerfully responded with a nope + exclamation point she stopped taking notes, looked over her glasses at me and said, well, if you are going to have children, do try to have them in the next five years, ok?
I suppose I should be happy that we are alerting women to their withering ovaries, but goddamn was that a way to realize that it’s probably time for me to stop thinking that I can grow up next year and that my current stagnant life/work position is a poison of my own making.
Get your shit together. You’re (a few months shy of) 30.
Just wanted to take a second to remind everyone that Marion Barry did it best.
a DC resident.