Yesterday, after rocking the karaoke mike with Ke$ha's "TikTok," I went over to my friend Angela's apt to see her new puppy. I cooed and ahhed and oohed, and the desire to be able to take care of something more helpless than myself reared it's adorable little puppy dog head at me.
What IS this feeling? I can see a half dead succulant on my bookshelf, and my legs rival MoNique's, so if I can't take care of a plant, or shave my hairy legs, WHY do I think it's somewhat possible to care for something who needs me for everything?
Is it the hormones coursing through my veins? I mean, I'm only 22 (cough, hack!) so why on Earth am I feeling this way? I'm too young to feel this way! I still get pimples!
I just have to settle for living vicariously through others. And being thankful for the little things. Like not having to change diapers, or wake up early for feedings, or crate train or hear barking. I AM happy that Antne and I have our little uncomplicated life together, filled with last minute karaoke plans and why not mini camping trips. There is something to be said for enjoying the simple life together before we complicate it with starting a family.
I gave Antne the nickname "Puppy," four years ago. And really, he's all I need right now.
(It's okay. I threw up a little in my mouth too.