It's not the worst when you see it coming the whole way. It's when, just as the pressure seems to be lifting you're caught with your guard down. I expected it eventually, but it seemed still to come, not quite so soon. I marked a day on my calendar at work when I expected it to happen by (July 11, if you care for useless trivia), but was wondering if I made my guess to restrictive. Instead, it looks like I was about a month and a half too generous with the timing.
I know enough to know that two worse days are coming. I expect those within a year. By the end of it all, I'm certain 2006 will have been by far and away not only the worst year of my life, but worse than any I had dared imagine.
All I can do now is throw up my hands and wonder what's next. Everything can always get worse, and I expect just that - the only question is in what dimension.
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I remember the time I predicted an ex of mine would be married. She'll be engaged in the next few months, I said after she told me she had met someone. Knowing that, though freed me to move on. Unfortunately, I moved on to what could be described as a torturous rebound relationship.
This wasn't concerning marriage, but the thrust of the matter is still there. I have no firm information, but enough suspicion and speculation to fill a really big container of some sort. Knowing for sure would erase any doubts, but at the same time it's not my business so I don't ask. But if I'm right, I'm only surprised it took so long. I tend to expect that everyone sees the world like I do, so I considered any guy that wasn't after her out of his mind, or lying. Ususally the latter, unless I had reason to believe otherwise.
The theory of the rebound is intriguing. Unfortunately, the critical elements (having something to begin with and something to "bounce back" to) are both missing. I guess I'm more like the basketball still sitting in it's retail packaging, unwanted and unsold. Or Stinky Pete in Toy Story 2, if a lonely basketball is not quite the sympathetic character that it seems.
I have no problem preparing some concrete shoes for somebody on your behalf.
Pizza Hut... clever. I ate there yesterday, so I certainly have to agree.
Can you make them for me? They've got to be great for the calves, and I'm sure I cold jump several feet when they finally came off.
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