One of our pigs bit me. It happened 2 days ago, but it still effing hurts... and its just strange to say "My pig bit me" its like using "my pig ate my homework" as an excuse... it sounds silly. But it happened. Really and truly happened.
But this post isnt really about pig bites. No. Something else has popped in my head at the most random and inconvenient times during the day.
Today is J's birthday. I wish him a happy 23rd birthday, though I am reminded about his last birthday.
I am obviously not immune to him, or rather thinking about him. But hey, it'll happen. One day, I'll be like "J, yea. That was... interesting. Glad thats not where I ended up. That chapter was one that perhaps needed to happen, but thank god I didn't let it go further."
That day is not today. Though hopefully it wont take 8 years, like it did with Timmy. :)
Ah, well I dont want to dwell on this too much, but I didnt want to keep it all bottled in though.
Dear self,
I acknowledge thoughts of J and understand why they are there. I do not condone any superfluous communication with him.
Dear Heart,
I know this is a weird day, but its ok. It will get better, really.
Dear Brain,
WHY CANT YOU JUST HAVE AMNESIA OF THE JAMES?!
Dear friends,
You are the best. :)
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