OK. We have reached Day 24 of National Adoption Month, and I’m tired. I don’t feel very clever, and for the first time in my life, I’m wondering what I would be doing if I hadn’t been adopted and hadn’t been aggrieved by the whole adoption process. I would certainly not be sitting here at an absurd hour trying to write something that nobody reads. No matter how mundane or absurd or flashy my life would be, however, I would have a real life, not this half-assed time-wasting head-banging mind-suck. Not that the not-adopted don’t have their own miserable obsessions and vexations, but adoption adds another layer or three or ten to the universal existential crisis of humankind. Is that all there is? sings Peggy Lee., Yes, I’m afraid it is.
Day 24 of 30–
6 to go