A very rare occasion
I’m sitting here watching ABC World News tonight, while stressing about figuring out what to write. I’m upset over something that could have been controlled, and I’m thisclose to cutting someone out of my life; which under most circumstances wouldn’t be given a second thought. When suddenly I look up at Charles Gibson doing a special report about an 11 year old Iraqi boy, who found his father’s headless body in the road and now, due to depression and post traumatic stress disorder, is unable to attend school or play with other children.
So while I sit here in woe, because my jaw hurts due to a filling. And the entire right side of my face is numb and I’m tired and I have shit to do and I’m angry at myself…all of that and my usual bullshit complaining, suddenly matters a little less. You know?