Love It or Leave It

Last call rings, you’ve had two beers and are ready to go home, and fall into bed and have sweet dreams of anything and everything, so you get in your car, turn on the key, defrost your windows and head on home.  Uneventful, starless night takes you 5 minutes from home, the last stop light between you, a pair of sweat pants, and your bed.  The light turns green, and you crawl into the intersection only to be startled by a flash of lights, almost from heaven itself.

A few minutes, an hour, who knows how much time passes but you finally come to, still in your car, but somehow hanging from the driver side, looking down, only held in by the seat belt.  You look down the ground is sprinkled with a confetti of glass.  You can feel something happening, you just aren’t sure what, and know that it isn’t good.

The only thing you are able to get to is your phone, and even that is a stretch but you manage to grasp it in your numb fingertips and pull up the contacts.  If this was the last phone call you could ever make, who would it be to?  Considering the next five minutes of your life are your last, dial that phone to say goodbye…

I have a short list of people who I am sure would care when I passed.  My final phone call, if I am granted that luxury would certainly be to my mother.  She has always been the light of my life, and while not always supportive of who I am, has always loved the core of WHO I am.  Not everyone has that one person they could call.  I am thankful for having that one person. 

I know this post is sappy and disgustingly sentimental, but I have been trying to whittle out people in my life that I don’t value with complete devotion.  I have got to thinking about every single person that has touched my life somehow, and the truth is, if I wouldn’t think to call you to say goodbye, I am most likely not going to bother calling to say hello either.   There are people out there who I value as best friends, and who will always be there for me.  A couple people from high school, maybe a few from college and work, but lets face it, life is about quality, not quantity.  

Even though my facebook might beg to differ, I am not a friend glutton and will be making these changes to my life very soon.  I will no longer be prancing around, dancing on my tippy toes so as not to annoy, or push away someone.  I am my own person, love it, or leave it.  My life won’t go on forever, so I will live it how I please.  Thank you for boring yourself with my ramblings; this is something I’ve had to get off my chest for some time now.  May the reconstruction commence.