~Cold Feet

Not that any of this even remotely resembles what was going through my head while walking home from my session tonight, but... I just needed to try to get some of it down before making nice with my beer cans.


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Sometimes "when your feet are cold, just think about the poor guy with no legs" works, sometimes it doesn't. I suppose it depends on how cold your feet really are. It's like the guy who died and wasn't missed or found for 3 years. Yes, it does make me appreciate not being THAT alone, but it doesn't really make me hurt any less. I guess that I've found that most times, when people offer up the stories of others to me, all it really does is make me feel invalidated. True, often people are really just trying to help, but in the heat of the moment, it doesn't feel that way. It just feels like someone telling you to shut up... that your pain isn't real... that it's not as bad as someone else's.

Things can always be worse... but... that doesn't mean your pain isn't PAIN.

Everyone is entitled to hurt, and complain, and cry... even if it's just a hang nail. Sometimes, thinking about the poor guy with no legs just doesn't warm up your feet.

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Now... I'm going to eat, drink, attach a phone to my ear, and hope to slow the head down a bit.
I'm glad I have socks.