My mom used to say, "I get mad because I care. One day, I will no longer get mad and you will regret it." Of course she didn't really mean it. She was simply reacting to me or my sister being Pills when we were kids.
I am watching a really ugly Giants game. In years past, I'd be ranting and raving, steaming mad. Throwing things at the tv, saying mean things to Pete. Interestingly enough, I find myself numb. I'm almost laughing. It's ridiculous how bad this team is.
Does that mean I've stopped caring?
I'm sure the love will come back one day, but more than likely NOT this year.
7.10.2008
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