I've never been able to watch people cry. From the smelly woman with no teeth softy sobbing in the subway to the most severely handicapped kids I work with who can't tell me what's wrong. I can't ignore tears, can't walk away from pain. I've never been able to,, even if all I have to offer is a hand to smooth their forehead and an arm across their back.
Most of the people who have ever bothered saying that they loved me don't have this weakness. They evaluate the situation and decide whether or not I have good reason for my tears. Most times I cry alone, wishing so bad that someone would come hold me.
What more can I do to show that it hurts inside? What happened to "love"? It sounded pretty didn't it?
Most of the people who have ever bothered saying that they loved me don't have this weakness. They evaluate the situation and decide whether or not I have good reason for my tears. Most times I cry alone, wishing so bad that someone would come hold me.
What more can I do to show that it hurts inside? What happened to "love"? It sounded pretty didn't it?
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And thanks for helping to mop up that mess before it got shut down.
all I learned about "namaste" I learned from my 10th grade history teacher. we all hated him, but in retrospect his problem wasn't so much that he was a dick as that he didn't know how to get along with 10th graders. that's ok, I didn't get along with 10th graders either.