Equines and Appetites

I don't know what to say. There are so many things going through my head, I can't keep them straight. Yesterday I went to a show. A show with horses. It was amazing. It was more than horses doing tricks. Its goal didn't seem to be about that. It seemed to be about showing how beautiful horses are. What's not beautiful is that jerkoff three seats down who can't shut up, or even speak quietly enough that everyone in a three row radius won't hear him. Could it be the same people who were sitting behind me at the movie theater? If only. No, these moronic chatterboxes are everywhere, pointing out what is painfully obvious to everyone else and acting like they've just told us all the cure for cancer. Despite this, I enjoyed the show immensely. It was a wonderful and thoughtful birthday gift.

The second gift was even better. I got to feel good again, and it was nice. I woke up this morning in a strange haze, but content and mellow, which hasn't happened in quite a while. All of my stress with school and work and my own emotions seemed so much smaller. It was almost awkward to feel good. I woke up with an appetite that I haven't felt in quite a while. My stomach was growling and my brain was actually listening. I don't remember the last time I ate breakfast. Today I did. I ended up eating three times today, which is some kind of record. Not that I stuffed myself all day, but eating more than once a day is rare for me. I eat when I get hungry. It kept happening today. And it tasted good. It was as if my whole body was suddenly living. I ate an entire tomato, and it was the best tomato ever. I wanted it bad enough to go to the store to get it. That's nothing short of a miracle. There is no such thing as comfort food for me. I eat when I feel good. And today I felt good. So I ate. I'm sure my body will fade back into numbness soon(probably before the week is out), but for now, I can feel all the way down to my toes. So I guess the lesson is, never underestimate the power of a kind word and gentle touch.