I have many excuses to be angry lately. Not just a little bit mad or even a little annoyed. If I ate my hurt feelings lately I would be a Vegas buffet — but a lot less tacky. Something happened tonight that I should have really reacted to. In fact, I have every right to be not only angry about what has happened, but extraordinarily hurt.
Instead, I laughed. Just laughed. Because really, what else can be done? I’ve already been through hell and back so many times in the last few years that I don’t need any more damn souvenirs. And I just can’t be bothered anymore with irrelevant emotion, especially when it comes at the hands of those who are not worthy of emoting.
I am so very grateful for the gift of laughter. May it grace my life and heart for years to come and may it always be my constant companion.