kidneys

what do i know about the world?

compared to the majority of you, i have not experienced much. comparatively, i have led a sheltered and tethered life, and still do, although maybe to a more obtuse degree.

i come out here, i step out there, and if i trip and fall, i throw a tantrum if there's so much as a grass stain on my oh-so-favorite pair of jeans. i make a huge fuss over which stain remover to use, and what i'll wear tomorrow, etc.

when i say this experience, or any experience, has taught me to pick myself up and keep walking, i know i don't have the biggest bragging rights, seeing as how the whole mess is a cliche.

but i say it anyway, damn it all.

if anything, my hide is that much tougher. of course, the next time this comes around (which, judging by trends, calls for a stormy forecast sometime at the beginning of next year), it'll filter through my pores and be absorbed until the cycle completes itself.

do i shuck off these miseries heartbreak by heartbreak, like a different skin every time? or do i wear them all? (of course, how would i get any tougher?)

oh please. who says they're miserable?

-d