10.31.2008
My weather man wore a Mr. Incredible suit on the morning news
Last weekend Janae told me crying is proven therapy and i completely agreed not knowing that in agreement i unconsciously planted the seed of a flourishing tear of frustration. This frustration is one Janae and I share too often. What kills me the most is on her weak days i give her the 'be strong' 'your just fine' 'don't be so extreme' 'it's fine' answer when i know deep inside those answers cast no light. I can't compare my life to anyone else but on a normal day i can handle a good amount of 'enter random event' but once i have bodily pains in the most uncomfortable places which inevitably open layers of emotional and mental strain I have to hide away in the dark. It's the 'straw that broke the camels back' theory. Needless to say - Janae was right - but some therapy still does not feel good.
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The best part about this post is how absolutely full of horse crap we are! I may tell you that crying helps, yet here I stand, how ever many weeks later, and I still have not been able to make myself cry over my own mishap of a life! Nice! I love it! I'm going to pinch myself really super hard the entire drive to Bako until some tears start falling!
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