What do I want? I'm not sure anymore. But I do know what I do NOT want!
I DO NOT WANT your unwanted kittens or puppies. I am not running an animal rescue. Take them to the pound yourself.
I DO NOT WANT your broken-down lawn mower. I don't have room to store it and I don't have money to fix it and even if I did, why would I want something broken? Take it to the dump.
I DO NOT WANT your cast-off clothes, your broken and scuffed furniture. I am not running a Goodwill store.
I DO NOT WANT to be introduced to some guy who is a social misfit and the butt of everyone's jokes. No, I DO NOT think we make a cute pair.
What I want --
Respect. Dignity. Friendship.
I want to be called by my name, not Crazy Cat Lady. And when you are running the Bible study at my place and the children refer to me as Cat Lady, do not let it pass by. REMIND them I HAVE A NAME!!!
I want the phone to ring and it not be a telemarketer or a robocaller. Do you know that the only time I interact with people is when I leave my house, that on the days I stay home it's not uncommon for me to go all day without speaking to anyone. This Labor Day I said three words to another person--a child who came up to say hi.
I would like to be invited to things other than selling parties. I feel like the joke about the twenty dollar bill and the dollar bill. The twenty dollar bill gets to go out to restaurants, movies, plays, concerts, festivals. And where do you go, it asks the dollar bill. "To church, to church, to church." I am sick of being that dollar bill!
I would like to be introduced to a nice single guy around my age, one who is working or recently retired, someone with a bit of education, who is interested in more than just drinking and sex. Someone I can be proud of. These guys are out there--you know them--why don't you start thinking of me?
But I guess that is too much to ask. Because people say I ask too much.
I DO NOT WANT your unwanted kittens or puppies. I am not running an animal rescue. Take them to the pound yourself.
I DO NOT WANT your broken-down lawn mower. I don't have room to store it and I don't have money to fix it and even if I did, why would I want something broken? Take it to the dump.
I DO NOT WANT your cast-off clothes, your broken and scuffed furniture. I am not running a Goodwill store.
I DO NOT WANT to be introduced to some guy who is a social misfit and the butt of everyone's jokes. No, I DO NOT think we make a cute pair.
What I want --
Respect. Dignity. Friendship.
I want to be called by my name, not Crazy Cat Lady. And when you are running the Bible study at my place and the children refer to me as Cat Lady, do not let it pass by. REMIND them I HAVE A NAME!!!
I want the phone to ring and it not be a telemarketer or a robocaller. Do you know that the only time I interact with people is when I leave my house, that on the days I stay home it's not uncommon for me to go all day without speaking to anyone. This Labor Day I said three words to another person--a child who came up to say hi.
I would like to be invited to things other than selling parties. I feel like the joke about the twenty dollar bill and the dollar bill. The twenty dollar bill gets to go out to restaurants, movies, plays, concerts, festivals. And where do you go, it asks the dollar bill. "To church, to church, to church." I am sick of being that dollar bill!
I would like to be introduced to a nice single guy around my age, one who is working or recently retired, someone with a bit of education, who is interested in more than just drinking and sex. Someone I can be proud of. These guys are out there--you know them--why don't you start thinking of me?
But I guess that is too much to ask. Because people say I ask too much.
