Spore & the Evolution of Self

So...I was sitting here at my new computer playing SPORE. I'd been at it for hours, feeling good about having something really fun to do despite severe cramps and rainy weather outside. I'd evolved onto land from sea and was doing some hunting when the game told me I had evolved enough to form a tribe. And the game then does this little ceremonial thing where the creatures form up a tribe and their brains get bigger... and I actually got to thinking about what evolution has meant for us as a species; how far it has brought us: how some abuse it and some utilize it, etc.
And then I thought about my own personal evolution: how over a year ago I started this blog to document my recovery from alcohol abuse. I was living with my sister in a tiny one bedroom apartment, sleeping on the couch, we were fighting like cats and dogs and I was making six dollars an hour working six days a week and driving her old Toyota with no air conditioning and the only thing I had going for me was my laptop and a few hundred dollars in a bank account.
My skin was horrid and my brain was fried and I hated life like only someone who has recently lost their job/car/wife/clothes/books/etc. can do!
And so I joined AA (AGAIN) and kept going no matter what and just kept going to work. Every day no matter how bad I Felt I just went in to work. That is the secret it turns out!
Haha, who knew? So here I sit, with my brand spanking new gaming computer, playing SPORE, which I had bought in Anchorage and found I could not play due to the laptop not having a decent video card, and admiring my new 'puter, with the giant monitor, that will hold two full sized web pages side by side.
And tomorrow I have class. And the day after that and Wednesday too. And soon I will have another Cavalier just like the one I left in
Alaska.
Only red.
And with a fin on the tail. And manual. So...
I felt a huge wave of gratitude. I'm meeting a new friend for coffee on Tuesday, this guy recommended by my friend I. from the theater. His name starts with a Z. I find that interesting.
HE's pretty funny. And he too has a phone phobia just like I.
I'm hoping that maybe he and I can get together now and again and hang out. That would be pretty awesome. I know that I. is hoping for that too. I know she wishes we could hang out more..in fact she wrote and said she wished we could have chatted more. But her husband was eager to get home. I told her he was a great sport.
Anyhow, it's not great but it's not horrible, my life. I can't wait to go see my friend in Birmingham next weekend and totally catch up ...she's gotten in a relationship and I barely hear from her anymore. I hate it, but it's life. The universe never closes a door but it opens one up: Perhaps that is where Zack comes in.
One can hope.