small men’s wetsuit
Apr 5th, 2009 by charlotte
Hurt Feelings / Flight of the Conchords
this past weekend the family dog, schmellie, passed on to that great big mud puddle in the sky. i was more upset than i thought i would be. and i spent a good amount of time on Sunday realizing that no matter how hard i try to shut myself down and not care about anything so that things won’t hurt me as much, i can’t truly make myself not care.
schmellie was the dog we got after my dog passed away. maggie was lonely and so my mom went out to golden retriever rescue and picked out a psychotic golden who was terrified of thunder and camera flashes, would squeeze herself behind the water heater and under my parent’s bed for several hours and not come out until she felt like it, and was stubborn as hell. we got along great.
she was a great dog.
once i was done moping, i went to hang out with aiden. we started talking about how sad i was and about past dogs and how much it sucks when they die. and it wasn’t until i talked about it with this great guy who understands me so well, that i could really start to stop feeling so crappy about schmellie, and start thinking that the world was going to end any minute.
and i realized that no matter how much i think shutting myself off to feeling is going to help, it won’t. and that the best thing for me to do is to talk to someone, no matter how stupid i feel, and let it all out. it won’t make things better, but it just might make me feel better. maybe i’m not as crazy as i think I am.
i’m so sorry about your dog. that’s one of the hardest things to deal with.