The Grass is Always Greener, or Is It?

I used to blog anonymously, but my husband sold me out big time. Now there's no more complaining about certain people and events without getting stoned at the next PTA meeting or family reunion.

The funny thing is, that, these people don't even read my blog regularly. There is just this minimal chance that they'll stop by and see what I'm up to. Just when I think no one is reading, I get an email from Aunt Sally, asking all kinds of weird questions.

I just am so tired of people thinking that I have THE LIFE. They whine and moan about this and that, and say, "Oh, I wish I were you and had your life." Come on people, do you hear yourselves? Do you truly think I am living THE LIFE?

I'll be the first to admit that I'm fortunate. My problems are small in the scheme of things, so far. I think I mostly fool people because I'm a generally happy person. It can be -32 degrees or 115 degrees, and I'm still smiling. I try to see the bright side, the silver lining and the humor in life--preferably all at the same time.

Once, an old boyfriend told me never to look for happiness. "You'll just be disappointed." How many Ebeneezer Scrooges are out there in this world? There are people that will never be content no matter how big the mansion, paycheck or boob job. They will never settle, thus they will never feel settled.

I've written about this at length before. If you see yourself in this post, own up to it. Don't lurk on the blog and attack me at the next cocktail party. I am too old and tired to say it again. You are lucky. You have a good life. You are healthy. You have a good husband. Shut up.

I am here to tell you that the grass IS NOT ALWAYS greener. Be careful what you wish for. There are things about other people you will never know. Until you've walked a mile in my size 10 wide shoes, think again.