Ok, so I was sitting around tonight, worrying about my day tomorrow. Anxious about a business meeting I've been anticipating. My mind was racing with all the things that need to get done and things that need to be arranged. I thought about how hard it is to keep up with all of the "stuff" that goes on, all of the stress, all of the headaches and hard work. Is it worth it???
Then the answer hit me like a ton of bricks. And here it is, in my own simple ridiculous words:
To me,this stuff, this stress, is like holding an icecream cone on a hot day. It will melt, and it does melt. You panic that it's melting and you freak out for a moment, and begin licking it like crazy, making sure to catch the dripping stuff before it completely runs down your entire hand. And boy does it drip! Maybe just a little, but it does drip alright, and you work at it, turning it, and relicking it. And it keeps dripping! We all know that at some point it does stop dripping because you've been licking the heck out of it...and now you're all nice and full of icecream. Your victory cry is the crunch crunch crunch as you eat the end of the cone, sucking out the remaining melted icecream at the bottom of the cone like a giant ogre.
I think half the fun of enjoying an icecream cone in the first place, is that all the panic and hard work it takes to keep it from making a mess, and all the hard work to get it into your mouth and not all over your hands, is actually the best part. And your reward in the end, is that you got to eat an icecream cone! Finis! Stress over, tummy full of icecream.
I'm having a pretty good time here on LF. The people are funny and sweet, the online chatting is great (although rare), winks are cool, the email is fun, and the forums are a total hilarious,informative and absurd riot.
I wish I could find more men/and women that are sitting right here in San Diego that I could hang out with or date. I don't have a million bucks to travel or cruise about looking for a mate, nor will I ever have a million bucks to do anything. So be it.
I wish some intelligent witty chap would just show up, club me on the head and drag me by my hair into his cave.