Sunday 4 June 2017

On the Sad Days

On the sad days, when things seem just hopeless. The sunny days when people are out strolling with their loved ones. Kids are out playing with their friends... I go out. I try to do the normal things that people do that look like fun. I try to spend time with the people I should spend time with. I try to laugh. The sad days, like today.
No one calls. The people I should be with are all at their homes. I'm out, buying ice cream for myself. The one phone call that comes in. The only phone call that comes in, when I'm completely drained of all emotional empathy. That call. The one that proves that I'm still alive. I'm still worthy. That call. --It's a pre-recorded message of the blood clinic looking for a donation.
That's the moment in the day that I stop feeling my insides swell with sadness and I want to burst into laughter. I'm completely void of all my giving but at 8:34 on a Sunday night, the blood bank is looking for what's left of me.
Now, shiiiiit. That's funny!