compassion

i found myself stumbling down Guerrero to the dr.’s house drunk on 1/2 a  margarita.  this is how it goes down when you decide it’s cliff bar for dinner after an hour of cardio.

no worries, this isn’t an eating disorder, it’s just plain stupidity.

i thought a lot about stuff.   you know how your brain throws up things all over the inside of your head when tequila happens.

i found myself realizing how i’ve lost compassion for people who think their pain is unique.

because yes, no one in the world has ever gone through what you’ve gone through so no one understands you.

this is who i was when i hit puberty and started listening to judas priest.

the whole thing made me feel like a bad person.  i’ve felt judgemental, righteous and all around not nice.

i guess everyone is entitled to these feelings every once in awhile.  it’s bound to happen.  life is complicated and weird and you’re not always going feel like being ghandi.

i drank a glass of water, crawled into the dr.’s bed and let myself think angry thoughts until my brain stopped spewing, felt better, felt relief and finally passed out.