This past week I've been in the kind of mood that leads one to burrow under the bed-covers and watch ridiculous amounts of Bravo. In short: I've not wanted to face the world. Between my oft-lovely but recently prone to swearing at random inanimate objects office mate and the lack of men falling head over heels in love with me (and/or wanting to go on more than 2 consecutive dates with me), I've been struggling.
To lift me out of my glumness today, I've made note of that for which I am grateful. That is, after all, what Oprah says to do during times like these. While making a temporary office escape disguised as an accompaniment of a friend to a lunch joint, I stood in line behind a highly-functioning blind man. His ability to ask for help when he needs it, rely on other senses for guidance and trust in the good spirit of man floored me. Clearly, I have no idea of this man's history, political affiliation or if he gives good hugs- but his ability to persevere is pretty humbling and awesome.
And then, 2 hours later, after the system in which we must balance our budget failed for the nth time today, my boss said: At least we are not starving children in Africa. At least we don't have to do work with a stone and chisel. The unnecessary martyrdom brought me right back down from my Functioning-Blind-Man-High.
Perhaps if I had a rock star seeing eye dog (or any dog, really) I could de-funk.
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If you would like, you can borrow Rafa. He is better than Prozac.
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