How do you breathe?

Have you ever wondered, how people who feel too much and think too
much, to the point of obsession ever survive?

They scream during scary movies and they heartily laugh at scenes that
aren't quite that funny. They cry when her husband dies at sea and
they go through heartbreak as often as I fart. They love too hard and
hate too passionately. They believe in forgiving because they can't
imagine not being forgiven. They never forget though... O' their heart
still aches from the pain of betrayal.

How can anybody stand feeling sooo much all the time? How can you
still be alive? Isn't all that heartbreak and hurt that you've
subjected yourself to enough to kill you already?

Your highs are just too high and your lows are too low to the point
where even that fish with the torchlight over its head (you've
probably seen it on Finding Nemo) dare not venture.

How do you live like that? How? So volatile, so exaggeratedly
responsive to every fucking thing!!

Then again, I guess you must be wondering how some people got so cold.
So cold to the point where even Shrek's Puss in Boots couldn't melt
years worth of frozen insides with it's graphically engineered,
endearingly heartwrenching masterpiece of "puppy eyes".

I still find it terribly ironic that they mastered the puppy dog eyes
on a pussy.

If I were God, I'd banish football from this universe I've created.
Hmmm come to think of it, if I were God, this universe would never
have been created. I'm just wayyy too lazy.

I wish I can push a button and eject my parents out of my life. Oh God
please send my father back to work. He's been home too long. Some
other guy out there needs his world cup fix!!!

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah