Wednesday, February 10, 2010
“There will be no crying because the crying has crouched low in the sockets behind her eyes, and hiding there, it transforms itself. This is crying’s best magic, transforming itself into withdrawal and weariness and a low-grade, humming strength.”
~Bonnie Burnard – Suddenly
I wrote a serious tear-jerker of a post to accompany the above quotation, read it over this morning and decided to scrap it. Enough with the boo-hoo poor little old me stuff.
Yeah, I cry, I get weary and I’m strong. The same can be said about most people – if guys would admit to crying.
I’m all for expressing your feelings on your blog, encourage others to do so and have done my fair share of whining. I just don’t feel like it today. I’m in more of a “shit happens, deal with it” mood.
But I must say, writing that scrapped post was cathartic.
On a lighter note, I’ve managed to indulge in some “farting around” since my last post and despite life’s most recent hellish challenge. I will be damned sure to incorporate more of the same in my life. It keeps me sane. Laughter keeps me sane.
Has anyone got any good jokes they’d like to share?