Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Eyes Wide Shut

I'm having a very hard time organizing my thoughts.
Am I being too easy on John?
Am I too trusting? Too hopeful?

Can a leopard change his spots?

My head hurts from overthinking and trying not to cry at work (because, y'know, "crying is weak and men don't respect that"*). My jaw hurts because stress is making me clench. I'm teetering on the edge of becoming a mushy pile of goo at any moment. Just keeping myself whole seems really hard right now.

And, yet, I remain a cockeyed optimist. GAH.

*Actual quote from a telephone conversation with a friend last night.

1 comment:

  1. I've seen men cry. I still respect them.

    Of course, I'm not a man.


    This socialization thing is confusing.