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To Hide Behind

Published 1.12.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Someone commented to recently "I think that your sarcasm is a mask for the pain." I was not quite sure what they meant by THE pain, but I did freely admit, often humor mask's a world of hurt.

It got me to thinking, what is so terrible about concealing your pain? Should we let it all be aired for the world to see? What good would that do? I am not suggesting that we as people deny the fact that we hurt, but is their any helpful purpose in walking around with a sign on one's head that says I HURT?

I am, for once, being quite serious. Is it not more profitable to make light of that which causes us injury to help and see it from another perspective? I do not seek to ridicule myself or others, my find life quite a bit more bearable when you soak up the absurdity of it all.

Is this right? Does this make sense?

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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