Going backwards

Supposedly, the older you get, the more conservative you get. When I was in high school, I probably resembled what would be called a Republican, though I never disapproved of Clinton. If presidents could run for more than two terms, I would've elected Clinton over and over again, no matter how many blow jobs he got from White House interns. I think the rest of America would've too. At least his IQ was more than one digit. I was also always pro choice. But in some ways I was more conservative. Now, I am moving left faster than a dog missing his left leg.

My biological clock is ticking backwards. I probably had more maternal instinct than all the mommas and mommas' mommas, in high school. Now, I see a baby and run the other way. I carry babies like they're about to explode.

I used to think I wanted to be married by the time I was 22. Thankfully, I wasn't. Now, I'm not even sure marriage is for me. Even if the right person shows up, why would we need marriage to justify our existence?

I'm just glad my mother doesn't read my blog. I think she knows all these things, but I think seing it all in writing would cause her serious mental anguish!