Shaken, Not Stirred

Not that it has stopped me in the past, but knowing that people you see on a daily basis are reading your interior thoughts makes you think twice before posting. If you can't tell by now I'm stubborn and at times (most of the time lately) I come across as a cold-hearted bitch. Until I get to know a person and then again even after being friends for years there are days or weeks or months or even years when I will think it's acceptable to take my frustration out on the ones that love me the most.
Where do we go from here? I ask myself this question too often these days. The earthquake has subsided and at the moment we are no longer shaking with fright. For now the worst is over, but only time will tell if the aftershock will hit home again.
Life goes on whether we wish it to or not. Days vanish and before we know it another year has past and we have little to show for it. More material objects, maybe a raise, but there you are walking thru the same hallway, having the same water cooler conversation.
Tomorrow doesn't exist until your alarm clock goes off and then the groundhog routine repeats. All the while thinking to yourself that what you are doing today is going to get to Disneyland some day. (Which isn't a Cinderella dream after all)
As the years past I watch acquaintances and friends couple up, get married, buy a house in the suburbs and start a family. I don't see the rush and frankly the traditional grown up life doesn't sit well with me. I would like to have kids one day, ideally two and both in the next five years. Not sure I want the father in the picture as it seems there is a very good chance the relationship is doomed the day the baby is born.
And on that happy note have a great night everyone. I'll be off for the next few days and will return with some witty rants.
Kate