good girls dont rant

Or maybe we do.

I heard some bad news yesterday and although it wasn’t the worst I’ve heard in months, it nonetheless hurt. Hearing the bad news reminded me of a friend who told me she’s wondering why some people who were less smart than her in school are now making more money. While I can’t complain about the same thing as I have no basis for saying that I’m smarter than anybody in my class, the most is I can say is this: I think I’m a good person but why do bad things happen to me?

I know. It sounds lame when I put it that way, and the truth is, I actually know the answer. But just so you know, that statement is coming from a place of deep pain, disappointment and frustration. And it’s a place I am well acquainted with by now.

I know I’ll get better in a few days. I always do. But in the meantime, I think I’ll sulk and loathe myself and ask my friends to throw me another pity party. Not even the fact that the new toy I ordered and which I’ve been coveting for so long is on its way can assuage my frustration. In fact, not even the thought that I’ll see my favorite person in the world in a few days can appease me. And we’re talking here about THE favorite person who never fails to work his magic in my life every time I see him. So it’s either I’m totally over him, or what I’m going through right now is really that bad. I’m guessing it’s the latter.