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April 24th, 2003 at 3:27 pm

i miss you now (i think)

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Do you think you can pre-emptively miss someone?
Someone who you think you might meet one day but haven’t as yet?
Someone who might be really busy and proactive right now, instead of moodily staring at the moniter thinking up semi plausible excuses for not going to the family reunion on the last long weekend in the foreseeable future but which have promised parents will attend, like the good child that am.
Someone who wouldn’t complain about breaking up a perfectly good long weekend to travel to the backblocks to assist in the inevitable family assessment process.
Someone who would be kind and sweet and whose fabulous presence would help validate my life choices.
Someone who would endeavour to have a really good time regardless and then be happy to deconstruct the day – senselessly mocking those who needed to be senselessly mocked.
I don’t usually need hand-holding at these occasions. Am usually perfectly capable of fending off questions about apparent lack of boyfriend/career/general prosects/etc.
Just sometimes, though, I feel like I need someone to provide a little bit of back up in the face of the family en masse.
So I miss that someone today. I’m sure tomorrow will be fine. But just for today, I miss you.

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3 Responses to “i miss you now (i think)”

  1. Kathy Says:

    Wow, Marita, that’s so pensive and wistful. You make me feel quite sad. Did you end up going after all?

  2. missmarita Says:

    Yes I did, and had quite a good time.
    High/low light:
    One of my uncles: “Here, Marita. You’re a good reader. Stand up over here and read this aloud!”
    Me: Sigh. “OK.” Has a look at the paper put in my hand.
    “Oh. My. God. They want me to read bush poetry.” And so I did.

  3. trevor Says:

    Your lip-curling sneering at bush poetry merits nothing but condemnation. There is more honesty in expression in the simple cadences of a primitive farmer than in all the caterwauling of effiminate and effete urban coffee-swillers.
    What grounds do you have for such superiority?