One Foot After Another
That shit is cheaper than therapy anyways!
Deciding one day you don’t want to have any more
kids is one thing. Being told you can’t
is another. Being told an option for
better health means a procedure that removes that possibility, also something totally
different. “One and done” that’s what I’ve
said for five years now. But this is so
messed up. Talk about a total mind
fucking couple days.
I ran. Running always makes me feel better, heavy
days at the gym always makes me feel better.
Getting all my gear ready in the locker room and my arm band is nowhere
to be found, this makes me swear even more if that is fucking possible! I fucking knew it was stolen. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it last
time. I searched my bag forever even
though I knew some fuck stole my shit.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
No no, no one would steal so on I looked. Them fuckers!
It’s so fucking gone! Marched out
to the staff and so politely asked if someone stole I mean, turned in a lost
arm band. I couldn’t believe it when she
said they’ve had a problem with people stealing lately. Who the fuck am I kidding of course I can
believe it. Them fuckers!!!! She searched 3 locations which was nice but
really? Who the fuck has 3 places of
lost shit? Not 3 drawers but 3 different
rooms in a huge building! Sounds to me
like you have lost and found, and stole and I better return before the red head
kicks some serious ass rooms! She walked
out and asked me if my arm band was mine and I think I saw a halo around
it. I was so damn giddy and excited I
think I jumped. Yup I fucking jumped for
joy and I think I almost hugged her. Of
course no one stole my stuff, people never do that. Or, I am so lazy the thought of holding onto
my phone for music really can put me in that pissed off of a mood. I think I’m the only person I know who would
need to run just to work off the anger from someone stealing their shit. There is something wrong with me! And when I was done running I fucking left it
on the bench again while I worked out for someone to steal!! Instead of the sign I was going to put “Steal
and Beware of Red” I should put “I’m a fucking idiot so please steal my shit.”
While getting ready to head on the track a really
nice elderly gentleman stopped me, “do you always workout that hard?” Fuck yes I do, “yes every time.” “That’s amazing I applaud you.” That was a nice moment for me. I applauded myself too for not being irritated
at all that someone broke into my time of solace and motioned me to take my ear
buds out. I think I really needed the
compliment. Hellish couple of days and
anything to lift me was very much appreciated.
But it got even better, a very important friend showed up. What a fucking great day this turned out to
be!
