Tangent Thoughts
As I stare blankly at the screen contemplating my self-worth, I wander. (As much as my computer is trying to correct me on the correct use of wonder instead of wander....I do mean to use wander) My thoughts drift in and out from the pain of this morning and disappointment. I was let go, again. And like a funny Taylor Swift parody, I did what I do best in these times; write. I write my thoughts and hopes. Spill a few too many tears over a guy who cowardly ran away and another one who moves a step closer to matrimony. Perhaps it is all that my friends say; I’m too pushy, too kind, setting myself for failure, too forward and different for a guy in the Coptic community. At one point someone suggested that I should seek at life as a nun, which was meant to make me laugh. It did just that because I could not imagine a foul mouth soul like myself lasting long. But all those things: the one truth that stands is the fact that the Right One will stay. It is my bruised ego that ...