I am officially a mess. As much as I try to separate myself from my mother, I am my mother's daughter and therefore have her genes which means that since, as she grew older, she got weirder and weirder ailments, so shall I. That is why today I have a damned lumpy thing in my throat that makes it hurt when I swollow. It's not a sore throat. It's just a lump that showed up on fever day and has gotten more and more prevalent. I'm hoping it has something to do with the fact that my neck and shoulders are totally locked up because that means that when I go to the chiropractor today: all better! Only time will tell, I guess.
In other news, I finally encountered that Living Peter Pan guy that everyone's been talking about. He was on Conan. And while I am happy that he is doing what he wants to be doing and that he is full of joy and attempting to spread his joy to other people, I find the whole thing a little sad. Not sad in a “pathetic” way. Sad in the sense that I can't imagine him ever finding the life partner that he so truly desires. On his website he has an ISO ad for the “Tinkerbell” to his “Peter Pan”. All he's really asking for is someone who's nice and open minded and can love him for him. He doesn't specify appearance in any way. He's a Christian, but he doesn't say the person has to be Christian as well. It's in stark contract to the superficial, very specific demands of the 10K 4 a wife guy . So unlike the latter, I am really rooting for this Peter Pan dude and hoping he finds someone to love him. But it's hard enough for good people who don't run around town in sparkly costumes. How is this guy supposed to fair any better in the cruel mistress of love? He was all smiles on Conan so maybe it doesn't bother him that much. Still, I might be projecting, but there is an air of deep lonliness to this whole thing that makes me sad. Good luck out there, Fifty-Year-Old Peter Pan Guy! I'm pulling for you!
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