Being human

It’s a good thing the blog was kaput on Friday or I’d have brought everyone down with the post I had in mind. Luckily, and thanks to my impatient ways, I took upon myself to upgrade the WordPress software to the latest version (instead of leaving technology to the experts at eitb.com), and I broke it. So I had the whole weekend to think, run around with my kids during the day, and get acquainted with Mr. Malbec at night. He is great. The more time we spend together, the easier I find it to forget my problems. Other than a slight lingering headache, I feel much better today.

I often swear to myself I will never do this or the other thing ever again. Like when contractions reached 9 in the 10-point pain scale the day Andoni was born. Twenty months later, we gave him a sister. Or that time I got so wasted I was hung over for a week. I laid low for a while but then New Years Eve came around. Oh boy! I went back to smoking three times before I figured there was no such thing for me as “only one puff”. Now, when I feel the itch to light up, I simply make people blow on my face and the feeling subsides. Besides, it’s free, with a touch of sexy.

The thing is, not everything we love is good for us. At some point you realize it hurts you and you make amends. But then time goes by with that healing power it possesses and you start to think –for the umpteenth time– that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Time cures everything they say, and I believe it. Eventually, you forget what it is that makes you sick and end up aching all over again. I guess it’s one of the downfalls of being human, especially when you’re as imperfect as I am.

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