I am now a woman of middle age. There is no denying this, not by any measure of life expectancy or family history. There is only as much road ahead of me as there is behind me, barring any unexpected negligent drivers who may chance to take me out. For now at least, in any direction I look, I can see the pinpoint light of a beginning and an end flickering on and off in the equidistance.
I am not a woman of extraordinary luck or inordinate misfortune. I have lived an unspectacular and average existence. If aliens were to abduct me, I think I would make a good representative model, though I am sure you have your own story to tell, and I do not mean to dismiss your story, but I cannot imagine another sentient being caring enough to sift through every variation of trifling tragedy and mundane melodrama before opting to obliterate us all out of sheer boredom.
What l mean to say is, I am unhappy, and I know that you do not care, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop talking.
Somewhere down this stretch of road, I wouldn’t mind spotting an alien.… Read more »