Thursday, February 21, 2013

CryBaby..

I cried.

Two nights ago, as I was watching “My 600 Pound Life”.  I didn’t cry for the 600 pounder, I cried for me.
Not because I’m 600#, thank Christ.
But I cried because the 600#er found love.

Now, don’t get me wrong, almost everyone deserves love, no matter their size.
But, I thought, here I am, mostly functional, average size, average looks, fairly intelligent, fun (so I’m told)… yet, love eludes me.

So I cried.

I am not a person who cries very much.  If you’ve seen me cry, I was either despondent or seriously pissed off.

I suppose it’s good to cry now and then, or so I’m told. I didn’t cry for long, and never got to the smothering puppies stage.

But, I’m past that now.

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