I still have to give myself a tiny pep talk before I pop a gummi bear into my mouth. I mean, it's like eating tiny Winnie the Pooh's or something. Ghastly.
I woke up this morning to yet another line-up of brow-furrowing, heartbreaking headlines that can tempt one to either overdose on glazed donuts, go back to bed, or to begin to feel a creeping cynicism and apathy about all of the sadness going on around the world...
"I just want to drop about ten pounds before the wedding."
"My class reunion is coming up next year and I need to be more in shape before then."
"My ex-girlfriend invited me for a drink next Friday, I need to get my crap together before then...
We all categorize people sometimes. We don't always have time to read the "novel." Yet, when we assume we can read the book by its cover, we are often wrong.