It kept playing in my head....the song "What Sarah Said"...
Someone once commented on one of my past entries: "We spend half of our lives waiting... on something or someone"
Waiting: It might be the most tormenting and helpless torture we ever experience.
We try to muster up a fake smile to those who pass us by, but sometimes we can't keep our tears from falling out of our heads. How do you prepare for the worst when you can't fathom how bad the worst can actually feel. Grief is terrible but necessary, inevitable, and seemingly unrelenting. It is the biggest reality check.
So I've begun to hate the mailman. This hatred seems to grow as I get older. As a child I had one or two "penpals" an would even get things in the mail that surprised me or letters from friends or family or cards or whatever.....I love getting mail... I got older and became weary of when i would recieve letters or report cards from school. I still liked getting mail, but I was more cautious goal tending the mailbox at strategic times of the season. Eventually, I totally lost track of him (the mailman) he just sent me junk like army applications, voter registration awareness and college brochures. The mailman and were on different planets and I didn't care about what he dropped my way until recently. If my name is on it these days, it's from somebody who wants money that i don't have from me. No longer do recieve happy letters or cards or even annoying college brochures. E-mail has killed the need for mail men... we should just change their title to people who give out bills and useless shit... Let's save the reputation of mailmen everywhere, and write someone you care about a letter....
