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Laughter is the Best Medicine


So, regardless of my current situation, I have not turned down the dark road of depression. Why should I? I wasn't done wrong but rather made a wrong decision. I could feel sorry for myself and pout, but why? I did no wrong unless giving too much is a bad thing. I unfortunately received little in return. 

Enough of that millisecond of my life. I have filled my time laughing about the matter. The joke is on him, where the whole situation has been ridiculed to death. It seems to be so hilarious that now people are giving me 'the finger' randomly to get a laugh. I woke this morning with sunshine in my eyes and a smile on my face, as I realized those worries were gone. Sure, my cell phone is quiet, no one texting me every hour or so, but I understand those messages were hollow reassurances to keep me around. 

I watch the news of politicians cheating on their wives. My favourite tv show is The Good Wife. I wonder how I could possibly want to trust a man again. I am like an M&M to these guys - hard and crunchy on the outside and soft and sweet on the inside. I need to change that, or rather find someone who doesn't take advantage of my altruism. 

I understand that relationships are work, and that it's hard to find a great man, but I am starting to believe that I am a fly strip for losers. Do I set my expectations too high so disappointment is inevitable? Do I set them too low so that I am bound to date Mr. Wrong? 

I think I'll pull back and be an observer for awhile. 
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