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Archive for March, 2018

Maybe I’m Drunk.


Is it just me – or is there some kind of unfair expectations placed on the menfolk without their consent?

I have moments I want to cry. Moments I feel like coming online to beg for a hug – because I feel so alone my shadow seems like company. I don’t know – maybe it’s just me because I know people ask us men to be vulnerable all the time – and then run for the hills at the first sign of tears.

I don’t know. It probably IS just me.

I probably am rambling because I clearly set out to tell a different story from the one I’m sharing now. I probably am rambling because what I’m saying now is completely different from what I had in my mind when I opened this post slot in my blog. I probably am rambling because this is a moment of nudity; a moment of indulging in self-pity; probably the most unproductive emotion ever known to man.

I probably am rambling because I’ve had more vodka and Vicodin than I should. Sigh.

Oh well.

It probably is that time of the month. And I worried, because I have my little girl with me and it won’t do for her to see daddy with tears in his eyes. Oh, I know. Tomorrow is another day.

Today, however, I bow under the weight of my loneliness and wonder; if anybody understands how hard it is sometimes to be a man.