LOSiNG

background music is "melancholy playlist" featuring:
Somebody Like You- Adele
Somebody that I used to Know (cover)- Walk off the Earth
You Can Bring Me Flowers-Ray LaMontagne
Make You Feel My Love-Adele
Colors-Amos Lee
Let It Be-The Beatles
Ain't No Sunshine-Bill Withers
I'll Be Seeing You- Billie Holiday
Angel from Montgomery-Bonnie Raitt and John Prine
Hard Time Killing Floor Blues-Chris Thomas King
Glass Breaker-The Crystal Method
We Used To Be Friends-The Dandy Warhols
The Wolf-Eddie Vedder
Mad World-Gary Jules with Michael Andrews
Miss You-Incubus
Wish You Were Here-Incubus
Hear You Me-Jimmy Eat World
Picture-Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow
Hesitation Blues-Louis Armstrong
Shake You Off-Mariah Carey
Fool Of Me-Me'Shell NdegéOcello
The House That Built Me-Miranda Lambert
Porcelain-Moby
All the Same-Sick Puppies
The Cave-Mumford & Sons
Rosie's Lullaby-Norah Jones
Not Too Late-Norah Jones
Kaleidoscope Heart-Sara Bareilles
Gonna Get Over You-Sara Bareilles
Basket Case-Sara Bareilles
Love On The Rocks-Sara Bareilles
Gravity-Sara Bareilles
Hold My Heart-Sara Bareilles
Little Good-Byes-SHeDAISY
Strong Enough-Sheryl Crow
I Dare You To Tell Me-Shinedown
Glory Box Remix-Tal Ronen
Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman

I hate losing. Friends, lovers, my keys, games... hate to lose. It causes me physical pain, and I get angry. Cue The Hulk, "you won't like me when I'm angry".  What's worse is losing when I don't understand how or why I lost. And then I obsess. And obsess. For DAYS! Trying to figure out what happened, wrap my brain around what broke, went wrong, etc. Then back to angry- angry for losing, for being left, for the lack of explanation... angry at myself for the obsession.

I hate losing. Drives me mad.

SMALL DOSE of HAPPiNESS

Yesterday morning I had a great mood booster. I had stopped at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (forever now to be referred to as CBT) to sate my latte addiction, and the barista's there greeted me with a cheerful 'Good Morning!', to which I responded with my own cheerful 'Good Morning!' Well, in front of me was a  father with his two small children, one of which was a little girl no bigger than a minute and about 18mon old. Immediately after I said my Good Morning to the room, this pint sized love walks over to me hugs my leg (which is all she can reach) and give me a 'Good Morning' in the small happy voice only children posses.


It made my LiFE.


After my last 2 shite weeks, it was a much needed reminder that the world isn't all bad. I've been sharing this story a lot for it only occurring 48hrs ago, and it seems I am the only one inspired by such a sweet gesture. Their loss, I suppose. 


And on that blissful moment, here's a random something funny...


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