1 post tagged “identity”
This morning (OK, it was while I was in what teh B and I refer to as "the panic room" -- our small toilet closet) I realized I am living one of those crazy stories that you see in a movie or read in a book. That at some point I made a decision that took me down a path to an alternate future -- alternate, I mean, to the one I thought was intended for me. It's hard to believe I'm not still a 37-year-old single Christian woman living with her two cats in Ypsilanti, MI, working for the university and just doing her stuff with friends, taking classes, crocheting, reading, etc.
It almost seems like a dream, how strangely different my life is from what I expected.
To me, Bryan was famous. I mean, my first exposure to him made him sort of abstract -- his "Rejection Slips" website was a Yahoo "After 5" cool website pick that was emailed to me, back in 1998. He was the funny, talented, (in truth, gifted), smart "internet" person. Not someone I knew. Famous. It was only the oddity of "running into" him in the letters section of an online magazine I liked (pre-Salon and pre-Slate, I think -- or, at least, they were all starting around the same time...it was called Ironminds and it didn't make it) that gave me the courage to write him. It just seemed like such a funny and futuristic experience to encounter a literally virtual stranger as an acquaintance in the vastness (even back then, in the 20th century) of the world wide web. I thought he might agree, so I wrote him. As I recall, his response was very nice, polite, and super perfunctory.
Whoa! This wasn't meant to be a retelling of "how I met my husband." But the crazy fact is: from that (strangers exchanging brief emails about the internet) to husband? What the?
To look back and see how the paths change & meet & diverge & some intersect & others end....and how the choices I made at points where there was a choice (or was there?) led me here: married to this funny, gifted, talented, real life person that is so much more than I knew. But in Las Vegas! It's just so weird.
Friday was a crazy day. The overview is: I lost my cat, found my stolen bikes on someone's back porch, got my broken dryer fixed finally, had the bikes returned by the cops, and got a temp assignment in a major "property" (that's how they call the casinos [or Sin Pits] here). At one point I counted all the good things that happened, and figured that they, together, cost my cat. But no! When we got home and walked around, we found her. The end.
