The flip side to having the house all to yourself for the evening is that there’s no one to show you how to build a fire in the woodburner so you have to put the electric heater on anyway.
The flip side to a cold and wet and rainy and windy Saturday afternoon is that you totally do not feel guilty about hanging out in your pajamas with your book, your watercolors, and your laptop until two in the afternoon.
The flip side to loneliness is freedom.
The flip side to having a comically big butt is that it’s real easy to sit down, girl.
The flip side to having totally anarchistic fuzzy hair that makes you look slightly like a enraged poodle is…well, no, wait, there is no flip side, it’s all good.
The flip side to the many health benefits of the 95% vegetarian lifestyle is that sometimes, late at night, you hear the Italian pork products calling your name.
The flip side of achieving your style goal of wearing your knee-high boots three times a week is that now there’s a little muscle on the top of your right foot that is always sort of sore.
The flip side to steady employment and a regular paycheck is not having much time to do much else besides commute to work, work at work, commute back home from work, and then go to bed early because you have to get up for work.
The flip side to all that fancy education is all those fancy student loans.
The flip side to charisma is emotional manipulation.
The flip side to staying in touch on Facebook is that all of a sudden you feel like all your friendships have been reduced to status updates and comments instead of correspondence and conversation.
The flip side to celibacy is alllllllllllllllll the money you save on birth control.
The flip side to having been fifteen years old when the Disintegration album came out is that you still believe that Robert Smith is the only man who can ever understand you.
The flip side to the constant American jokes is that people are still congratulating you personally for electing Obama.
The flip side to a delicious dinner of focaccia, halloumi cheese, caramelized onions, and grilled peppers eaten with a good friend is that it’s impossibly to eat politely and you end up having to interrupt a meaningful conversation so that you can go get a paper towel from the kitchen to wipe the olive oil off your chin.
The flip side to having friends all over the world is that you always miss someone, somewhere.
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5 responses to “Perspective”
A few observations:
1. Your butt is not “comically big” – you seem pretty much in proportion to me!
2. Not having much experience with enraged poodles I can’t really comment – although the thought of enraged poodles is (in of itself) amusing!
3. Dinner sounds nice – the food part not the wiping off olive oil from your chin part (still, in this case you can’t have one without the other!)
4. I’m sure a lot of people over the world miss you too… I know, I’m one of them!
Sometimes I look up the weather there to feel closer to you.
I am sorry to hear that you feel like the price of your freedom is loneliness. Loneliness is one of my least favorite feelings, but I suppose it would be much worse to feel like I wasn’t free.
I hear you on that last one, sweets. (But your butt is not comically big. Stop that!)
Oh, halloumi. Love it. Of course I latch onto the food.
If you can get it, try gjetost/brunost cheese. It’s an interesting (tasty) experiment.
“The flip side to the many health benefits of the 95% vegetarian lifestyle is that sometimes, late at night, you hear the Italian pork products calling your name.”
This? Is waaaay too true.
But I agree with Ginger that your butt is FAR from comically big.
And I miss you too, girl.