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I've heard that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. If that's the definition, then I'm definately insane. Today I cried. It felt cleansing. I was on the phone, crying. My eyes felt puffy so I walked to the mirror. It's weird to see yourself cry. I was apologizing to the person on the other end while looking at myself. Apoligizing to myself at the same time I guess. It was sureal though, like I was looking at a stranger. The other person was assuring me all was forgiven but I couldn't let it go... how I had hurt them, how I had hurt myself. I have this beautiful pair of red shoes that I adore. I'm not a shoe person but any smart woman would know this pair rocked. The problem is that everytime I wear them, I get a horrible blister on my heel. When I get dressed, I look at them wanting to pull them out, thinking this time will be different. Maybe I've broken them in. Maybe this time no pain would come from feeling good in them. No, it's always the same. It feels good for awhile but eventually, I start walking differenty from the pain. From the blister. I don't know why I can't just bring myself to throw them away. The curiosity? The thought of the fun I can have while wearing them maybe? I tend to make decisions without thinking. As long as it works for me. As long as it makes me feel good. I don't think long term. I live in the moment but it's not the responsible thing to do. I dabble in both ponds, a toe in each. A crocodile could come along any moment, and I know that. It's just that I like sitting there, telling people, "see, there'a no way I can get bitten. I'm too fast," but I know I can't be faster than the crocodile. They know that but they put up with me, standing two feet behind, cringing while they watch. One day I'll learn. I just hope it's not through loosing a limb but becoming wiser.
