October 25, 2000 ~ When Frustration Cries Out

I was going to write about frustration. I was going to bitch about telemarketers. I was going to whine about how tired I am, and what a bad day it's been. I was going to complain about people who say that the world isn't right but don't do a damn thing to change it. I was going to condemn American politics. I was going to rail against the book I've been reading for class. I was going to cry out against the injustice of how few hours there are in the day, and how a human just can't possibly be expected to live up to her responsibilities.

But I think my frustration leaked out of my pores, crept across the room, and tapped Morgan on the shoulder. How does he know me so well? He came over with his concerned and caring look, and embraced me from behind my chair. He rubbed my shoulders and caressed my cheek and neck. A heartfelt and empathic kiss, followed by a loving nuzzle.

Are you okay? his eyes asked urgently.

Yes. Yes, now I am.

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