You never know when to expect the comic
relief in life.
Sometimes it
just builds and builds and builds, until you reach a point where you say to
yourself "What fucking next?"
And then
something happens that forces you to laugh against your will, and against your
mood.
It happened
on this terribly cold and desolate day with Danbox.
There I was,
fumbling through my jacket pocket to find my missing black glove, I know I had
it, didn't I?
Each pocket
that I searched I searched again, a second and a third time, and more and more
I became even more agitated.
This is
exactly what would happen next in my long line of disappointments, seriously, I
can't even make sure that I have half of a dollar pair of crappy grocery store
gloves!
Closing my
eyes I focused on my breathing to try and calm myself, but it's too late
now...now everything starts to flood in, and I can feel my jaw tighten and
teeth clench.
Why do I keep
losing things?
My temper. My
patience. My hope.
A tear of frustration streams down my face
unchecked...how did I let everything get
this far? How did I let everything get so far out of control?
The
feeling of this rogue tear forced me to open my eyes, and then it
happened, the moment that broke this hostility, and challenged me to laugh hard, breaking me out of the
solitary and dark moment that I was in.
Before me was
Danbox, with my missing glove wrapped tightly around his head. He had a look in
his eyes that asked me if this was the proper way to wear this item, I asked
him if he was warm now. He nodded yes to this.
"It looks good on you little buddy"
I didn't have the heart to explain his silly mistake, and
truth be told, I also needed to laugh a little bit longer.
I need more
comic relief in my days it would seem.
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