in high school there was this girl a few years older - her name was jenny and she was very small, save for one normal sized head that appeared a bit larger in comparison to her slender physique.
people called her "little body big head"
she was invited to prom by this boy who mistakenly thought her nickname was
"little body, give head"
misaligned expectations are the stuff of high comedy, particularly when you are in high school and the treachery is endless. the trajectory of misguided expectations or the fall out over unexpected change is not as gossiply radiant in your 20s. which is to say that some disappointments get easier but some make you fall that much harder.
this morning i woke up so happy, knowing it was the kind of happy that was really temporary. this is true of any happiness, or anything that one can feel or see or do.
so where does one turn? obviously to 24 hour party people.
"Rise up on my spokes if you like, but don't complain when you are cast back down into the depths... The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away". (Boethius by way of Michael Winterbottom)
thanks, steve, everything's better now