THIS IS US
A List of Mistakes, in No Particular Order
There are a lot
It was a mistake to sell my apartment in Brooklyn. It was a mistake to come back to Los Angeles for a boy. It was a mistake not to swim through a magical underwater tunnel in Kauai, that led to a cylinder-like rock formation with a ceiling to the sky, creating a sunlit room. Or so I’m told, because I was too scared to hold my breath under water long enough to swim though that tunnel, even though all my friends weren’t. I cried in the Jeep home, knowing I had missed an opportunity I would never get back.
It was a mistake to turn down a fellowship at the Whitney Museum after college, because I thought I needed a “real” job. It was a mistake to stop painting. It was a mistake to listen to certain friends about men I dated, leading me to believe I was being mistreated when I absolutely wasn’t. It was a mistake to fly off the handle too many times when I was living with my boyfriend after college; I now know that he was the best one and I should have hung on to that guy.
It was a mistake to stay with other men who were fucking certifiable. It was a mistake to go on a bender of tequila, cigarettes, and sex after I got my heart broken in 2002. It was a mistake to do the same thing when I got my heart broken in 2009.
