Honestly OK.

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Have you ever told yourself something so many times that you began to question if it was real, if you could really feel or do the thing you kept telling yourself?

How many times can you tell yourself "I'm fine" before you start wondering Am I really fine? Because the answer is probably no, you're not fine, you're really rather horrible.

Why can't we just be honest with ourselves?

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  1. MarthaFriday, October 20, 2006 8:38:00 PM

    Here's how it works. We say we're fine to first convince other people, but then we're really trying to convince ourselves. Do you really think I'm fine post-SBW? Not really. I keep trying to convince myself, but I'm not doing a very good job.

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  2. MarthaMonday, October 23, 2006 9:48:00 AM

    Blogger wouldn't let me post a comment on your new post--I think because it has the "f" word a few times. But let me just tell you this. Having been burned myself (and burned VERY badly), let me just say that it's good to get it all out there now instead of waiting it out for a year. Anger has a way of multiplying with each passing day. And you don't need to hate him. You can if you want to, but you don't have to. There's no rule that says you have to. I can hate him for you--even though I know you don't need or want me to. I'm very good at transferring my own angry feelings onto other people. And for the people (the SBW or otherwise) who have any name-calling tendencies, just remember that old saying "It takes one to know one." The fact that you aren't calling anyone names means you aren't any of those names. Trashy girls (and guys) who have nothing better to do than gossip--or worse, support others who choose to gossip--are truly pathetic. And YOU, Mr. KWB, if you still have our movies, we really want them back. Valentine is one of my favorite cheesy "B" horror flicks and Varsity Blues is a classic.

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