Confessions

I was thinking of things that I would confess if someone ask me to.

First, I confess I still don't know how to iron pants. I have been a doctor for five years now and for most of that time I have had to wear dress clothes to work. This involves the worst of all chores, ironing. Ironing is cumbersome and repetitive, and seems like it always needs to be done. I hate it. Sometimes I go to the dry cleaners and sometimes I wash them myself. Either way I will wear pants two to three times between washings, which involves pressing the pants. I am okay when the, I think its called "seem", is on the sides, but when it is in the front and back I don't know how to get the top part of the pants because they don't line up. The pockets always seem to get in the way and I can never get rid of all the wrinkles. Rachelle has shown me several times how to do it, and I understand the basic principle, but it just doesn't work out for me.

Secondly, I confess that I only understood only about one half of the first three episodes of 'Ulysses'. I started this, the piece I have been fearing the most, the pinnacle of my academic endeavor, on Friday and the stream of consciousness style of the third part is the most difficult thing I have attempted. Some of its in Latin, some French, and words may bestrungtogether thislike. What?! Huh? I went back and started the episode over this evening after being highly disturbed by having to take the subway all the way from Fern Rock this morning. It was better the second time through, but parts were still indecipherable. I read somewhere that Joyce made it like that to keep people interested. Bastard.

Thirdly, I sincerely confess that I told someone today that I did not want to have kids because I don't like children. I'm sorry, sometimes I say things for no reason, things I don't mean at all, mean terrible things that only an old troubled troll would say. Her child, and several others that day, were driving me nuts and she asked, while in the midst of trying to stop her daughter from saying "No" over and over again, if I had kids. I said "No", and "I don't really want any and to be honest, kids kinda bother me." Again, I'm sorry universe and I do really want children. At what point did I turn into a sinister old man? I confess I am a jerk and I hope it doesn't come back to bite me in the butt.