My Feet Hurt

I sit here because I really feel like I need to write.  It's me keeping up my end of the deal in this commitment arrangement with myself.  I don't know what else to say except that my feet hurt.  People are constantly asking me for things and I just make it all happen.  In a way it's a sense of accomplishment but some days I just want to be sitting on a beach being waited on hand and foot.  In my next life, I would like to be a diva, I have been told I look like an heiress, a diva, and a princess (thanks Leo ;)) but I do not wield my power in that direction what so over.  I have my grandmother's heart and I care about those around me.  I can't help it.  Oh the guilt.

I think I am making headway though.  I look around and see people getting what they want.  Getting something you want always seemed like a foreign concept to me, maybe because I was a lay-a-way child, always having to wait for what I wanted.  A life in the arts can be a very fickle one, but to quote the Italian artist that painted me once, "there is nothing like it darling" and he was right.  I see people turn on their heels and run for the hills which usually means a nice cushy accounting job.  They can't handle it.   It can be a lonely road but at least it's real.  I have met the most incredibly self absorbed ill mannered people along the way.  They usually get what they want, temporarily, but it is always fleeting.  The ones that endure and tell the truth, do suffer a bit, but in the end they are standing, battle scars and all.

Someone ordered a Long Island Iced Tea today, the bartender was so appalled that he charged them 40 dollars.  The schmucks paid, can you believe it?  I looked at the drink as it was being brought to the table and thought, there goes my foot massage.