People look at me and see a reservoir of strength. It’s not a bad thing, I think.
It tends to bite you in the butt when your strength reservoir is nothing more than a pool of water on the side of the road after a rainy day.
That’s what I feel like right now.
I run into people and they ask me how I’m doing. Not the stop in front of you, look you in the eye and ask “How are you?” because they really want to know how you’re doing. That’s what I want them to do. Stop what you’re doing and really ask me because you really want to know. Not because its the polite thing to do but because you care, sincerely care about how I’m doing.
The thing is, once I am able to really tell someone they wouldn’t know how to respond.
The reservoir of strength they know is nothing more than a covered empty container. Its how I feel. It’s sad.
Please Tell Me 