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The other day at work I was mopping and just kind of thinking about things and such, the store was practically empty. I think that one thing that I have definitely grown more aware of since going away to school is how unbelievably lucky I am to have the people I have in my life. I know I didn't take it for granted before hand, I guess I just have a deeper appreciation for the time that I spend with people now because we aren't bound to that same high school 7am to whenever our extra-curriculars end commitment. Anyways, it made me think about this passage in Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs. Granted I'm not a homosexual best selling male author, the subject could apply in all relationships:
"I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love. Like, I would not want Dennis to lose his mind. But I'd be much more fearful of me losing my mind, because then he'd be the one left alone."
I guess that's pretty heavy for 10:00am on a Thursday.
"I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love. Like, I would not want Dennis to lose his mind. But I'd be much more fearful of me losing my mind, because then he'd be the one left alone."
I guess that's pretty heavy for 10:00am on a Thursday.