Just because it’s a Friday, some
people will pray for you even if you say you want to rewind time, or maybe live
without death - and they’ll expect you to say Amen.
Me - my life is not a burial ground
for hopes, but I hate to comfort myself with false hopes, just as I can't bear
promises that have no foreseeable chance of coming to fruition.
Most of all, I dislike it when the
promisor gives his word with a smile, like those fake smiles that some people
wear when taking their occasional ‘we-(wish-we-could)-love-our-lives’ selfies.
When I am broke and/or broken, I
appreciate everyone that tries to cheer me up, but not when the cheerer is
acting as if he’s got everything figured out, like he’s God’s envoy to planet
earth and had already tabled my case before Him, so it’s just a matter of time.
Sometimes I want to declare certain
things improbable, so that when they happen, they’ll come as pleasant
surprises. In fact, the feeling of fulfillment then is without equal. SO if I
choose to be bleak about the coming of something, I prefer to be left alone,
especially when that thing is not my only reason for living.
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