I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me.
I think too much. I want too much. I’m bored. I’m tired. I’m frustrated.
I eat too much and I spend too much.
There hasn’t been enough love in my life. There hasn’t been enough sex in my life.
I want to scream.
I want to flirt. And kiss. And make love.
I’m like a spoiled little girl throwing a hissy fit.
I wish I could go talk to Julie the therapist, but I am not sure how that would help. I think I would still be crazy.
Maybe it’s just mid-life. They say that as people pass mid-life and get older, they become happier with their lives.
So maybe I’ll get through this “stage” and I’ll grow up and I’ll get better.
And then I won’t be so crazy.