I ended up on one of the forums I lurk over, and awhile back I had posted about an issue that was bothering me.  I finally went to read the replies (if any).  It’s a little odd and uncomfortable to open yourself for discussion, but I was doing okay until the last reply.  It brought up something I hadn’t thought about and frankly, I just spent the last hour bawling my eyes out.  Even the cats were looking at me with the look What the hell is the matter with you? I feel. .so. . drained. . .right now.   Not that it’s a bad thing, but wow.  Guess that issue was a bit more painful than I thought.   Time to go to bed!

Edit the next morning:  I felt better after my good cry.  Sometimes you need that.  However, I was amused that during the night I dreamed I was out with friends and we were at a magnificent pastry shop.  I bought a piece of a fabulous triple-layer mousse cake, it was so good I licked my fingers clean afterwards.  It was a complete girly indulgence thing.  I woke and realized it was all a dream–no calories!  Yeah!


Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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