I hate being sick. Especially cold sick. I hate the stuffy head, the runny nose, the cough. I am such a baby when I'm sick. I readily admit that during sickness my normal bitchiness seems tame compared to how I behave while I'm sick. I will slap the fuck out of you for looking at me when I am sick. I am THAT bad. But Jigger ignores my whining, brings me juice and soup and vicks and warm socks. I don't know if he just has developed super powers that enable him to ignore my whiny bitchiness or what, but if he has, then I so am going to figure out how so I can put that shit in a can and sell it on craigslist. So yea I'm sick and whining.
We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee