I haven’t quite figured out why, but for as long as I can remember there has always been something depressing about Sundays. I can’t really think of any other way to describe the feeling other than depressing. I think if I were to lose track of time for a while, I could pick Sunday out as soon as it came around. Everything just seems so different. And I think it’s more than just the fact that it is the last day of the weekend before heading back to work on Monday.
Today was Mother’s Day, which made it a little different from the normal Sunday. It was nice having my bro and SIL up and us all eating together and just spending time around the house w/ mom. I started it out like I always do and wished my mom a Happy Mother’s Day w/ a hug as soon as I seen her after I woke up this morning.
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to move on when the one you love walks away from you. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything truly worth knowing.
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