Love

Love stinks. When it goes bad, that is.

I've been talking to Jared, who has a broken heart. I feel so badly for him. Does this come with the territory? Getting so close to students while you work on the yearbook and newspaper that you actually feel their pain? Well, I know most people aren't as crazily empathic as I am, as evidenced in my ENFP diagnosis on the Myers/Briggs Personality Inventory, or being totally Blue on the True Colors system.

Enuf psycho-babble. The boy is hurting. All I can do is go blah blah blah time will heal....which doesn't help at all.

Oh well, I guess we all have to heal ourselves.

Love is wonderful in my book, but I've been happily married for 9 years now. Wow. I think I'll stop and appreciate THAT for awhile, as I navigate this crazy thing called life and love.