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“Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth, but has troubles enough of it’s own.” It’s the start of a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I remember reading it when I was a little girl.
The east cost is frozen. From the tip of Maine all the way down to Florida, every one is feeling the chill. Some of us more than other’s mind you. It tends to get colder the further north you go- funny how it works out that way. You will find me somewhere in the middle. In the highlands of the Appalachian Mountains freezing along side of everyone else.
It was 3 degrees this morning when I left for church. Maria is having another personal crisis. Maria is always in some kind of personal crisis. I listened to her tale of self-inflicted woe. She was like a machine gun rattling off the story of how the evil co-worker was saying bad things about her. Maria is a unique story teller- if it took an hour to happen it will take her an hour to tell you about it. She is very detail oriented.
Every Sunday when our pastor strays off subject in the message and starts telling sports analogies trying to tie them into the sermon, I find my self wandering off on my own. Today I was thinking about Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It is very true what she said. Very true.
When I stop and think of virtually every single relationship I have I am the support beam. My friend Maria vents to me about every single problem that stumbles into her life. Yet, she can not tell you a single problem I have. Not one. On the rare occasion I speak during our time together, it is usually to comment on something she has said or to tell her a funny story. We have been friends for 10 years now, and she can tell you very little about me.
The same thing can be said of my friend Lynn. We meet every so often for dinner and drinks. A lot of laughing and chaos ensues, but ultimately I end up listening to all of her man troubles. Again, she can tell you very little about me.
My relationship with my family is the same. My mother, my step dad my brother- all of them. They call me when they are in trouble or they need something. Other than that, I rarely hear from any of them. They have no idea if I am in trouble- or when I need something.
Everyone around me- uses me as a dumping ground for their problems. Even the “friends” I don’t even consider myself that close to, will call me up and unload their tales of woe. And I lend a sympathetic ear. I rarely tell any of them how I feel. I rarely tell any of them my fears or troubles. I lend a sympathetic ear and lend them my mirth. That’s it. All except for Joey. Joey knows my soul. I think he is the only one that really knows me.
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Posted by SimpleSugar on 2008-01-20 15:47:42 | Rating: | Views: 38
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