I Ordered the Humble Pie for Dessert, Not the Pompous Pudding

The Luncheon at the Country Club was lovely—the view of the golf course leading out to the majestic spread of the mountains, the bougainvillea blowing in the breeze, diamond rings glistening with self-conceit…They were all quite effective in eliciting a wry eye.  For all of my misgivings I had going into the luncheon, I didn’t think I’d walk out feeling so okay about my life.  I feared what the established ladies would think of my job or the level of my involvement as an alum.  They weren’t interested much in the former and they were appeased by the latter when I assured them I kept busy.  What I didn’t anticipate was hearing the shallow tales of yuppydom.  They talked so big to convince me of their happiness, but I think it was more for their sake than mine. 
I may not be where I want just yet, but at least I have a plan.  I’m not letting life lead me around like a dog on a leash.  I don’t need to make someone feel small just so I can feel big.  I’m no gossipmonger and I do maintain a high degree of decorum, no matter what I say in jest.  I’m happy being me and doing my thing, and for once in a great long time, that’s enough.  So I’ll sit and eat this delightful slice of life…it kinda tastes like blackberry.