On Saturday, the back of my head was achy on the right side.
Mom noticed me rubbing it a lot at the cactus show at the Denver Botanic Gardens (nerdy? yes--but being 40 gives me plenty of license not to give a shit).
She asked how long it had been hurting, and I said mostly just that day.
She tilted her head and said Did you smack your head against something yesterday and forget about it?
No, Mom. I know I'm clumsy by nature, but I think I'd remember if I hit my head yesterday. Sheesh. I'm not that pathetic.
Then I thought about it for a minute and realized that, shit, yes I DID smack my head on something yesterday and yes I DID forget about it.
Which means I absolutely am that pathetic.
Sigh.
you're not pathetic. you're 40 and you don't give a shit. in the immortal words of john mclane, yippee ki yay etc...
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