"Thank you for being normal..."

That's what he said to me, shortly after class - almost six years ago."Thank you for being normal..."
I paused, and took him in, amused...my face sore from laughing at his playful jokes...although I do not remember what they were, not exactly. Only later would my heart soften as I stood face to face with him in the quiet of the empty dojo...his arms around me...his cheek against mine as he pulled me in close to his body. Me; wondering how his mouth would taste...wondering how far this would go...

Tonight.. .in the rain...standing on the lawn of our home as a storm came rolling up the coast...much too much champagne on board...stinging from the realization that I cannot continue selling hours of my life for money, yet feeling powerless to change one damn thing...the rain mixes with my tears as my body shakes, and the wind whips my tired cheeks...yet, if I really wanted to stay outside in the rain, I would not have taken time to make sure the front door was unlocked before stomping outside to fling my sweater onto the wet grass in mock disdain.

" ;Thank you for being normal..."
My being is in torment. I do not remember signing up to be a tortured soul...