Socialista?

Going home from work, me and my carpool buddies where talking about the kind of music we like, i pulled out my old cd and played my music... DMB... ahhh , the good old days. Sang with my music all the way home.

I got here and got a chance to go online, checked mysfaceter.com and saw all my friends posting new pictures of parties and travels they've had and gone to. I suddenly realized all I ever post nowadays are pictures of my son. I'm not saying that's a bad thing. I love my son to death, but I did feel a sting... and I stopped.

Blank face. Sad face. Thinking face. Sad face again. Worried face. Then sad face again.

Realization.

Where did my social life go? What happened to me? Have I been working too hard? Does my marraige have anything to do with this? Motherhood perhaps? I thought again and scanned facebook... I had married and friends with children... they had interesting posts. Then why? What and how did this happen?

Times like this I miss being single. Only because I remember the things I was able to do then, places I could have gone to but didn't. I should have traveled more. I should have gone out more. Attend more parties, events. I should let myself go do some of those things again.

I wonder if I can? My husbands like staying home and I sometimes do too. But there are times when I just wanna go out and have fun; alcohol not a requirement but is ofcourse welcome. I just like the company of my friends and aquintances, hang out talk about common interest, plan events, attend cos plays but mostly just hang. I don't have that... anymore.

My space is very limited to work and home. I wake up, go to work, go home, sleep then go to work again. Routinary, monotonous, boring.

I used to just go. Go where i'm needed, go where they go. Just go, you know?

I guess responsibility does this to you. I wonder when I grew up? I miss being young and wreckless, unpredictable, spontaneous...

I'm gonna be thinking about this today.