Friday the 13th.... let's try not to think about that, shall we? So far, my luck's all been good - the Freightliner on our ass as we went through the road construction at White Bridge Road this morning did not plow into us, although his brakes took a beating. There aren't many sounds more frightening than the sound of a semi trying desperately to stop - unless you count the sickening crunch that sometimes follows. The servers and/or their various applications did not die this morning, but the day is young. It's cool outside, there's football tomorrow, and I can sleep late in the morning if I want to. Life is good.
I've never been good with expressing emotions. I always felt that emotions were a sign of weakness - part of being raised as my father's "son", I suppose. Lately I'm having a hard time bottling up those things that bubble up when people start flinging arrows and stones. Some I deserve. Others, less so. Innocent comments get taken out of context and used to further some cause. I make a genuine post about an overwhelming feeling I have, and someone turns it into an accusation, based on some sort of internet statistic that proves I've posted in response to something else. Frankly, I don't see the connection. I get angry more often than I used to, but I often feel like I've been kicked in the gut too. I'm not accustomed to that one. It usually brings tears. Intended kindnesses are perceived as attempts to control. And this post will be labeled as an attempt to send someone on a guilt trip - but hey - if the shoe fits, baby, wear it out.
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