My bum is en fuego

 

That bird doesn’t even know he’s flying into a fiery ball of death. 

 

I’ve been having a pretty good time feeling sorry for myself these last few days. It’s easy, isn’t it, making yourself feel like you’re the loneliest, saddest, ugliest person in the entire world? Easy maybe, but sad in reality.

 

There I was, four in the afternoon, on the couch where I had been since I woke up and the phone rang; It was my mom. Oh boy. I would have bet a hundred dollars on her asking if I had made my husband dinner. Not that that’s bad, it’s just my mom. Imagine my surprise when her only question was “Are you wearing a bra?” Am I wearing a whaaa?! How dare she! It’s my depression. It’s my sorry for my selfishness and, uh, well, no, actually I hadn’t, uh, put on a bra today.

 

She was right. She was very, like strangely always, right.

 

Once the conversation was over I decided that even though I had wasted two thirds of the day on the couch, there was still a little bit of life to be had. I applied some deodorant, put on a bra (phew!) and jumped on my bike with a camera.

 

I went to my usual spot, the Indian reservation less than a mile away. It’s only accessible by bike or farming equipment and it provokes a strange quite in the midst of suburban chaos. I took my usual “I have no clue what I’m doing but I’m pushing the button” photos and sat down to watch the sun set.

 

I sat there listening to hundreds of people passing by in their cars in the distance. They drove SUV’s, BMW’s, XRT’s, acronym this, acronym that. And at that point I realized something pretty significant … I’m OKAY! Who knows what issues these people driving by are dealing with. Who knows where they’re going and who knows who they’ve lost. All I know is that I have a husband and a few unruly dogs to ride home to and that, for now and indefinitely, is more that I could ever wish for. Home, by the way, is pretty darn amazing.

 

And then my behind started to itch and I realized I was sitting on a nest of fire ants. No seriously, my bum burns like no hell I’ve ever experienced.

 

(Really not kidding, I think I may need medical attention.)