The Case Of Missing

As I pulled on my new sexy t-shirt, I suddenly got thinking...

Really strange how humans are. Give them something and it's never enough. Take for example shopping. How many times have people lusted for the new It bag even though their budget allows only potato crisps and sand for breakfast, lunch and dinner in the next three weeks. No matter that we are dying of starvation, just give us the new handbag. Perhaps the starvation was intentional.

Anyway, enough digression. What the topic is about is missing what we don't have. The ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, ex-wife, ex-lover, ex-cat... The list goes on and on...

Have it, we take it for granted. Not have it and we whinge and howl like a banshee on speed. The reason is we are never thankful or happy with what we have. Those extension freaks, the emasculated men, the freakazoids... Us, me... All have the same thing in common. Just can't appreciate what we have.

Just the other day, I was panting after minor exertion - the reason was an onset of a cold. Yes, health. You have it and you don't think about it like peeing without excruciating pain and blood spurting as a kidney stone tries to find its way out. Or like not missing water until the champagne you were guzzling suddenly made projectile vomitting a sport and your body a desert of dehydration...

Have it, appreciate it; admire it and love it. You might just miss that earlobe you think was too big when it drops off one day.

Now that I rant and rave, I think I shall go online and get some new tops...