I was deleted some posts today and came across one that made me laugh so I'm posting it again.
I have discussed those little moments of serendipity that are gifts. There are also moments that ask you do some serious self-appraisal.
I ran into a woman I met in that secret club I talk about from time to time. She's a crackwhore. I don't mean that in a glib way, I just mean she trades sex for crack. (I'm assuming she no longer does this)
The exchange went like this.
Misplaced: "Hey Crackwhore* how have you been?"
Crackwhore: "Misplaced! What's shakin'? Man it's been a long time- you got your haircut I hardly recognized you."
Misplaced: "Yea it has been awhile, good to see you."
Crackwhore: "...and you gained a lot of weight"
Crackwhore: "Weight... you gained a lot of weight"
I think its safe to say that when a crackwhore suggests that you've let yourself go, you've probably let yourself go.
*This is, in fact, her real name.