Are you sometimes overwhelmed by the absolute ickiness of everything?!


Question: It's just one of those days.


Answers: It's just one of those days.

i hear that, yuk. i wish i could just go away, far away.

yes...

i understand...just take a deep breath

yes i just woke up from my nap and I'm a bit irritated with it all!

yes...~

yes

yes, almost all the time

The Fire

Author Unknown

A couple, who we shall call John and Mary, had a nice home and two lovely children, a boy and a girl. John had a good job and had just been asked to go on a business trip to another city and would be gone for several days. It was decided that Mary needed an outing and would go along too. They hired a reliable woman to care for the children and made the trip, returning home a little earlier than they had planned. As they drove into their hometown feeling glad to be back, they noticed smoke, and they went off their usual route to see what it was. They found a home in flames. Mary said, "Oh well it isn't our fire, let's go home." But John drove closer and exclaimed, "That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant. He wouldn't be off work yet, maybe there is something we could do." "It has nothing to do with us." Protested Mary. "You have your good clothes on lets not get any closer." But John drove up and stopped and they were both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames. A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming, "The children! Get the children!" John grabbed her by the shoulder saying, "Get a hold of yourself and tell us where the children are!" "In the basement," sobbed the woman, "down the hall and to the left." In spite of Mary's protests John grabbed the water hose and soaked his clothes, put his wet handkerchief on his head and bolted for the basement which was full of smoke and scorching hot. He found the door and grabbed two children, holding one under each arm like the football player he was. As he left he could hear some more whimpering. He delivered the two badly frightened and nearly suffocated children into waiting arms and filled his lungs with fresh air and started back asking how many more children were down there. They told him two more and Mary grabbed his arm and screamed, "John! Don't go back! It's suicide! That house will cave in any second!" But he shook her off and went back by feeling his way down the smoke filled hallway and into the room. It seemed an eternity before he found both children and started back. They were all three coughing and he stooped low to get what available air he could. As he stumbled up the endless steps the thought went through his mind that there was something strangely familiar about the little bodies clinging to him, and at last when they came out into the sunlight and fresh air, he found that he had just rescued his own children. The baby-sitter had left them at this home while she did some shopping.


I Hope this gets that tear you are looking for...

ME!

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On some days, it's called 'syrup poisoning'....it's raining icky today...hope it turns to sleet! Or, actual snow that will make people stay home, and not drive crazy on the streets!

OMG yes, and because I think so much about nonsense, and have so many random thoughts on life in general, I find myself getting wrapped up in it as well. Not so much about the ickiness, but more for the feeling of helplessness to do anything about it. I get so consumed over the fact that we get up every morning and trek on to the same routine every day, day after day, week after week, month after month, controlled by the same society that we struggle to cope in, yet never granted the freedom to just enjoy life as one big vacation.



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