Outside of my back hurting… I feel pretty damn good.
It’s been a while since I was this happy. Just happy. Not for someone else, not just because of someone else, but because I’m okay.
Earlier this fall, I wrote that I didn’t know when I would be okay. And that in itself was true; I didn’t know.
But sometime early last week, I woke up with a smile on my face. I went to work happy. I came home happy. I’ve been in a good mood.
People close to me have noticed it. I’m not smiling like I was over the summer… but that O’mar grin has shown back up here and there. I’m being a little bit more social than I was before. I’m not completely shutting down at the end of the day because of the outside things that I couldn’t handle.
And while I’m nowhere near the O’mar I was earlier this year… I’m making my way back.
So, I’m starting to talk my shit again. Here and there. Knowing that my
arrogance narcissism megalomania confidence is starting to show itself in my walk, my talk, my posts, and my grin again.
I’m not dead yet, you bastards. It’ll take a lot more than that to kill me.
So, who’s letting me suck on their titties tonight? I’ll even throw in a trip downtown.
Don’t you all raise your hands at once.