“Well you fake it really well.”
November 30th, 2005Yep. I sure do. So well that even my closest friends don’t know when I’m faking it. Is that a bad thing?
I don’t ask for help or support for the personal stuff, no one offers, no one notices, maybe I’m too independent for my own good. Either way, though, I doubt that anyone wants to know what really goes on in the dark corners of my mind. I know I don’t, why should I subject others to it?
Every time I count my blessings they seem fewer or more dependent on other things.
I made a flippant comment that I’d rather fall into metaphorical holes than actual holes in my basement. The answer to that comment was “Yeah, but the story isn’t nearly as funny.” The truth, though, is that the metaphorical holes do a lot more damage… I know because the metaphorical hole is the one that I really fell in… the one that no one is going to pull me out of.
I felt an urge to post, but I don’t feel like I have anything worthwile to say. I’m starting to think that maybe I *should* start a second blog… for all the stuff I don’t think people want to read… or maybe shouldn’t read…
~FG };^/
