Tonight I went down to Elizabethtown to see some people I got to know during the campaign. It was great having dinner with the family who I lived with for two and a half months. I've missed them a surprising amount. They're good people. After dinner I ran off to meet up with my friend Tracy.
Tracy's a smart, hardworking young woman. She's in her first job out of grad school, working as head of student affairs at Treamount University. She also a big Episcopalian, which is always awesome. She was always a fun person to have in the office during the campaign. No matter how tense the work got, she seemed like she was having fun.
Well, tonight I got to meet her new boyfriend. Dude is working construction for a year before getting a Masters in economics. Nice guy, but kind of bland. Normal, standard, average.
And, dear reader, those two kids are as happy as can be.
I hope this doesn't sound too bad, because I know the Lord has blessed me far beyond anything I deserve, but man, it'd be a lie to say I wasn't deeply jealous. Not of dude's relationship with Tracy(she' straight as can, friendly to the idea of the trans folk, but not to the idea of romances with them), more, well, they get to be normal. They get to just have their jobs, their lives, their future. They go to work, make money, hit the bar on Friday and the church on Sunday. They work hard, and it's not terrible complicated.
And yes, I'm perfectly aware that everybody's got problems, nobody's life is perfect, I don't know their situation, etc etc, but friend, wouldn't it be nice to just... live? Just get by? Just do enough? Wouldn't it be nice not to have to worry about changing the world, worry about all the injustice, all the violence, all the sickness and hunger. Wouldn't it be nice if...
I don't know
things were easy?
And yes, I know I can be self-pitying fuck a lot of the time. There are very few things better than having an adventure ahead of you, and Iraq, the trans thing, big adventures. It's good, and I know I'm lucky, but friend, sometimes I just want to be normal.
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