The Good: I had to get fitted for a compression arm band
crap thingy...
And you’re thinking “what the heck is good
about this??”
I try on the “standard” type compression arm
band crap thingy and I’m not lovin it. I ask if it comes in other styles and
she says “yes, I’ll get them for you”...
She brings out a different style and its ok,
but I’m not diggin the poopy beige color.
I know, you’re still thinking, “what the heck
is good about this?”
I then ask “does it come in black?” “Yes” she replies “it does come in black but not
in stock”... so I say, “Please go ahead and place the order.”
I only have to wear this if I fly but it’s
gotta be comfortable, and what’s wrong with making it look good too, “fuck standard”!
So “what the heck is still good about this?”
I feel like I’m one step closer to being able
to see more of this crazy world we live in...
The Bad: We chat casually until someone mentions I have cancer and I can see her
face change, it becomes softer, and she’s careful now with her words, like she
doesn’t want them to damage me.
She asks if I live my life differently now, as
if I’ve seen this bright light, angels and wings guiding me, and she waits for
me to say something profound...
I have cancer, which doesn’t mean I’m like a
snowflake that is destroyed the moment you touch it, I’m stronger than that so
please don’t change your words for fear I’ll melt.
She waits for me to say something profound, and
I don’t.
The What the ???: The holidays are meant
for spending time with family and friends, exchanging gifts, and being thankful
for what you have... and all I want to do is escape and get lost in a place where
nobody knows my name.
Lessons Learned: If you lower your standards
you’ll be disappointed less often which I guess is good. If you expect less you could also miss out on
some pretty good “wow” moments because you never held out, or looked for more, which
I think is bad.
I’m not referring to the compression arm band
crap thingy, I’m referring to life, and those “wow” moments that are worth expecting,
wanting, and waiting for.
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