Where’s the Nearest Bridge? and Madison County?
Someone was looking for my blog last week. As in, Hey, where’s your blog? I will not confirm or deny if it was someone who regularly beats me at Words with Friends that I had a mad crush on in high school but was too good for me. I can neither confirm nor deny. Stop asking, there’s no record of readers.
Sometimes I long for small town living. I envy (but not Old Testament envy) high school sweethearts that date all through high school and college and end up getting married and having 2.5 kids, a dog, and a white picket fence. It’s my version of normal. I was one of the only kids on the block with divorced parents. How times have changed. Now, I find myself asking Sunshine, Oh are so-and-so’s parents still married? And I’m always surprised when they are. Like that’s the anomaly now. And it’s sad. I long for a simpler life.
When driving to Oklahoma as I’m wont to do, I see all these farm houses in Kansas and wonder what kind of lives they have. There’s really not much else to do when you’re driving through Kansas. Would I be happy living on a farm or would I become the wife from Bridges of Madison County (GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!)? I could probably milk cows and raise kids all day, who knows? But would I always wish I had a bigger life?
The point is I won’t ever know. Based on my bad decision to marry a monkey, I won’t ever know if I would have had a better life marrying my high school sweetheart, well, I would have had to have had a high school sweetheart first. And that’s life, that’s the gamble if you will. But I guess that’s why Facebook was invented, to see if that high school crush has gotten his “first marriage” out of the way so you can make plans to go to a reunion. Isn’t that what The Social Network was about?
But until then, IT’S YOUR MOVE! (*WWF reference*)