Life of The Average Joe
What I do so love about the world is this…
… that I can find myself brought to tears on the last page of a book written 150 years ago.
For those who have never read it, I suggest it. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It took me a time to finish but I think it was the right time in my life for this book.
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” – Sydney Carton
I’m going to follow up my last post with this…
… I don’t get “Fantasy Football.” It’s true, I don’t really get football in general so that makes things slightly more difficult but for those of us ‘geeks’ that have enjoyed things like Dungeons and Dragons and MMORPG’s, I’ve got to ask, is ‘Fantasy Football’ like that…. except for football fans?!
Sometimes I worry that I’m not everything she thought I was.
Sometimes I worry that my obvious susceptibility for depression and/or manic behavior (really high one week, really low the next) is slowly taking its toll on our relationship
Sometimes I worry when I reach out my hand for hers as we walk and it isn’t there
Sometimes I worry that I’m not good enough
Sometimes I worry that I don’t provide enough
Sometimes I worry that I will never be the same to her as her old friends… and that somehow it means I’m not enough (of course I support the need for ‘other’ friends)
Sometimes I worry that everything I’ve worked hard for in my life is merely a hobby or a distraction
Sometimes I worry when the house is too quiet… that it somehow means that she’s giving up on me.
Sometimes I worry when she says that she’s worried about me. Because the truth is, I worry about myself…
[And let me just say. I know she loves me. But I'm human]
