Posts tagged life
Posts tagged life
Dear Ira,
I just called my job. Well, that is to say, my old job. I didn’t recognize the voice on the phone, so I asked for another co-worker.
Then I recognized the voice. It was E, only E was sick as a dog. I remember those times - never taking a day off, always coming into work with one foot in the grave.
I originally called to find out if they saw that I had written about them in my book. I wanted to know if they read it. I wanted to know if they liked it.
But calling there just now, I realized how happy I am that I no longer have to work there.
It’s one of those places that you don’t realize that you’re in the mire or how deep you are in, until you are suddenly out.
E, if you are reading this, and I know you are not, you’re almost out. And I got 6 days of sick time stored up that I wish I could give you.
Ira, I hope you treat your employees right.
-Enna
Dear Ira,
Certain things happened this year that made me doubt everything I had ever believed in. I never really talked about it, either.
I asked my fiance if maybe we are just swimming upstream by trying this whole marriage thing. See, in 2009, I found out that a lot of people I know (almost all of them, really) are in unhappy marriages and/or are unfaithful.
I found this out at the wake of a good friend of mine, which, and I mean this, is not a good place to find out any life-changing events.
Ira, if you ever feel the need to tell someone something that they might deem life-changing, make sure there isn’t a 21 gun salute going off at the time.
Anyway, on the ride home from the wake, I asked my fiance if maybe we were the weird ones because we are happy and faithful, and not unrealistic in our expectations of each other and life. He was insulted that I phrased it “swimming upstream,” and rightly so.
I started bargaining - maybe we shouldn’t get married, can we just have a child? Why do your family and my family need to mix and mingle. It felt like someone was asking me to contaminate a bag of plasma. It felt like marriage ruined all the people around us, turning them into hurtful bags of useless waste. So let’s skip that ‘marriage’ part, let’s just skip spending all that money on one night, let’s skip the whole drama of it, and let’s just get to the happily-ever-after-family part.
My fiance said no, not so succinctly, and not so coldly, but essentially, he said no.
In the end, I am glad he said no. It caused us to make a plan for what we were going to do. I have to tell you Ira, the plans we made, they’re not only attainable, but they make me feel excited and my heart race.
I haven’t felt that way all year.
When 2010 comes, I am going to watch the sun rise, and I am going to start the year off on a positive note. I am going to go back to updating this with a positive message. I am going to look excitedly to the future. But none of that positive outlook is going to change the fact that, for me, 2009 is the year that people lost their common human decency.
Sincerely,
Enna

baby laughing + fake mustache
(via sleepandeat & fuckyeahhappy)
Dear Ira,
I am so glad that I didn’t have kids yet. Prior to this year, I would have been the stereotypical-hipster-white-person and stood outside in line in the wee hours of the morning to get my infant into a preschool that only speaks French and the kids learn the importance of calculus before they even figure out what their toes are for and how good they taste.
Now, well now Ira, I am a different person. This year shaped me in ways I was not expecting. Now, it’s all about fun. I want my child to be happy. I want my child to have hopes and dreams and By GOD a sense of humor.
Fuck Harvard, Fuck Princeton, Fuck Yale (especially fuck Yale) - sweet child of mine, go to a state college. Party it up. The world of boring adulthood will wait for you. Sweet child of mine, discover your toes, and never lose that wonder.
Sincerely,
Enna Stein
Dear Ira,
I think I know why you moved to NYC from Chicago (though I still think you are insane.) It’s because of the Superhero store, right?
I knew it. Well Ira, I can’t say I blame you.
No Capes!
Enna Stein
Dear Ira,
This past Thanksgiving was my fiance’s and my anniversary. He bought me a new cell phone. It’s slim and slender and black and I lose it frequently in pockets purses desk drawers, really anywhere.
But it is the thought that counts, right Ira? He is quite a nice boy for doing this, now I won’t be nervous when I jog. Well, not as nervous as I have been in the past.
Call me!
Enna Stein