Why Is It ...

... that these days I feel the need to move a lot of people from the VIP section of my life and put them in general admission?

… that when one door closes, another one opens, and then closes, and then opens … it’s the fridge. It’s me in front of the fridge.

… that I feel like I’d be a much better person if I didn’t have to do it every day?

… that most I’m like my computer. I don’t know if I should sleep, shut down, or restart?

… that I feel like my superpower is the ability to pick the grocery checkout line that immediately becomes the slowest line?

… that I think of my mouth as a filter … coffee goes in and sarcasm comes out.

… that when people ask if I am a cat person or a dog person, all I can say is that I am not a people person?

… that when I say “the other day” it can be anytime between yesterday and my birth?

… that nothing refreshes my memory about what I need from the grocery store more than coming home from the grocery store?

… that one day I was driving down the road and I saw my ex and suddenly the phrase “I’d hit that” took on an entirely different meaning?