The Holiday is a cute little movie that I like a lot, and Kate Winslet has this soliloquy at the beginning where she addresses a lot of things, including breakups and her character's problem, unrequited love. It's on continuous loop in my brain right now, which may have something to do with the massive headache I've got.
I was dating a great guy, previously blogged about as The Boyfriend. He really is a great guy, for whom I have the utmost respect (yes, I know how trite it sounds, but for those of you who do actually know me well, you know I'm not being trite) - but I've been a little screwy of late and it just wasn't fair to him at all to keep dragging him around in the wake of it. In consequence, I will probably die alone and be eaten by wild dogs. That will be my own damn fault.
My stress always manifests in a tangible way, and I was walking around belching quietly while my stomach launched its protest...and I wondered if an ulcer might suddenly opt to put in a guest appearance- I haven't eaten since this morning, so my friend Ralph is not getting a shot at this. My shoulders knotted, and, the coup de grace, the knee that I shattered in high school tightened up to the point that I'm limping. Then there's this headache.
Tomorrow I'll feel like I was beaten with an axe handle.
Okay, I still haven't slept, so I'm tired, punchy, sore and depressed. Why does doing the right thing usually suck so much? My momma always said that what's easy isn't right and what's right is never easy.
I always hate admitting that my mother was right about things...