Schedule-maniac

The other day I had lunch with the Writer and the Lawyer. I always enjoy our outings together. It's fun, lighthearted and I smile and laugh. It's more carefree. I informed Writer and Lawyer that I had taken on a part-time job at my old establishment from way-back during my college years. Writer was surprised and not-so-surprised. Writer said, "As long as I've known you, you've always had the need to over-schedule."

In many respects, I suppose there is truth to Writer's statement. I feel a need to fill a void in my life -- to have every single aspect of my time scheduled to feel busy - to feel as though I have a life beyond my nucleus.

Is it so wrong to feel smothered by one's family? I love my family. No doubt about that. But the lack of companionship beyond that is noted.

Yesterday I got all excited to meet ex-banking Lawyer Friend for dinner. It's been a long time since we last got together and I was looking forward to seeing Friend again. Excited also that I was having a "life." How lame is that? So I got all dressed up, a dark, blue jean skirt with belted waist that made me look slim. Curled my hair. Put on perfume and the 3-inch heels for a night on the town. I waited for one-hour. No friend. I called and got friend on phone, who apologized and said a message had been left for me since 2 pm about canceling the dinner outing. I was of course, unhappy, but happily told friend to get better. Walked to car. Fumed. "What a loser," I thought. I sat in my car. Looking at my cell phone. I'm not going to let this get to me. So I called my Sis and we went out for sushi. It was good. I was glad to go. But it was still lame.