Summer Plans Shot

I finally found out what's wrong with my knee... Torn cartilage and soft tissue damage. No MRI until mid way through the summer. No heavy walking or exercise until then. Too bad I've already signed up for tennis this summer, and now I won't be able to do that or work out. Even driving will be a difficult and painful task--driving a standard with a bum knee is brutal, especially when it's the leg that is constantly on and off the clutch. Forever hating life away.

End rant.

Oh Irony..

It's ironic, isn't it? We always go back to the ones who hurt us the most. It's like we crave pain; heartbreak is a disease that we're just itching to feel. But now that sounds crazy. What kind of sick masochists are we to desire pain? It's not always physical pain either, despite that bruise on our arm that we keep poking at, even though we let out a little yelp of pain every time. So, what is it about emotional pain that draws us in? The only thing I can think of is that pain is real, one of, if not, the realest emotion a human will ever be able to feel. It goes straight to your core, sticks in your mind like an awful stench. Still, this makes the human race sound absolutely absurd. But it's nothing less than the truth. An example of this is a girl going back to the boy who broke her heart, over and over, tore her apart, over and over, belittled her, degraded her, pushed her limits and disrespected her so many times that his ancestors were more than likely rolling over in their graves. So why does she go back? Because she desires pain? Maybe. But, even though he may be a scum ball, he is what makes her the happiest. No one is ever able to wrap their head around that concept until they're wearing those shoes. And even when places in the position of the seemingly damsel in distress, does the situation become even more unclear. So why do we do it? Most of us will never know, we just blame it on love's perpetual blindness.

Limerick

An old woman ran for the hills
In her hands, she held one hundred bills
“I am rich!” she proclaimed
Her wallet no long’r maimed
Such joy brought her the greatest of chills