Selling The Drama

I'm sure if you were to ask my wife what sort of 'emotional well-being' I have, she'd probably say, "not much." This is because of my aloofness when it comes to most emotional issues.

But my empathy, man, the tears I have shed due to my empathy. It's the reason I can't watch shows like Extreme Home Makeover anymore. One more Parapalegic Heart Doner Transplant Mother Social Worker who adopts a Dozen Burn Victim Orphans after losing her family to Katrina and her dogs in a freak grease fire and I would just drown in my own non-masculine tears.

While Ericka's mother is in the hospital and my wife freaks out over such events, I remain confident (aloof) that she'll get better. There's a stark difference in expressing regret and concern and feeling it.

I don't read day-by-day emotional posts on how my mother-in-law is doing. But the awesome folks at AT? You guys are breaking my heart. And not in a bad way, of course, but it's something that I'm thinking about all the time.

And there's me, of course, the non-praying asshole even when other non-praying assholes begin praying...I just feel bad about it. Like I'm not helping out. Doing all I can. What can be done?

I don't know. But if you're a blogger who gives a damn, give em a post or a comment or a shoutbox message. They deserve it.

Here's a video of the awesome GAC, to remind you of the awesome saucem that AT is pining for (she's also a great friend and mom!):

My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me