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The Little Things

Sometimes the little things come up and get to me, break me down into an emotional pile of sap. A commercial on TV. A song on the radio. A mention of a person, place or thing.
Today it was a lame Disney channel show of all things. Really. That happened.
It's humorously sad (or pathetic or whatever adjective you would like to use) to hear a cheesy line like, "I can't say good-bye" and know that the next line is going to be, "Then let's just say 'see you later'." because you have actually uttered those words sincerely to someone in the last month. Maybe I should have a career writing for Disney. Apparently, that's just how silly/ridiculous my life has been. My real dialogue with others mirrors Disney channel rubbish.
The point to this story is that I was hoping I could just move on. My divorce was finalized on Tuesday and I hoped that it would give me a renewed sense of freedom. Unfortunately, human emotion doesn't work that way. I guess broken hearts take time to heal. My strategy is to throw myself into whatever I can to keep busy. Get a new job. Work my ass off. Focus on my kids. This blog is one of those things, so my lucky readers, if there are any out there, get to be the objects of my catharsis.
You're welcome. ;)
One more day down, the rest of my life to go.
In the immortal words of Boyz II Men, "It's so hard to say good-bye to yesterday."
So maybe I'll just say "See you later" and know what it really means.

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