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ORIGINAL: pyschosubmission

I admit I've just remembered something of no importance, but it's a story and I'd like to share it with you.

Years ago, when I was but a child, I was at the cinema with a few of my friends. Now I can't remember what we were watching or who I was with, what I can remember though is a man that sat three seats to my right and two rows in front. I can remember him perfectly, from the lined polo shirt he wore over his overweight frame, to the bushy moustache that creeped past the corners of his mouth. I remember that he had the large coke, but the extra large salted popcorn.

I remember all that so clearly for one reason.

We were already sitting in our seats, laughing away and making the childish jokes that seem clever as a teenager, when I noticed him awkwardly walk up the stairs towards us. I glanced around, more to check my surroundings as the paranoid fool I was back then, but glancing I caught his eye as he looked around the cinema as well. It was only for a second but in that second I saw into him. I saw such crushing loneliness as he took his solitary seat. I saw hopelessness. I saw despair.

And I fell silent.

For the duration of that whole film, I was overwhelmed. I wept. Silently and cascadingly.

Remembering this now I'm struggling not to again.

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ORIGINAL: LadyHibiscus

You have a good heart, Psyco.

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ORIGINAL: CRYPTICLXVI

Yes you do, don't become old and an asshole like me.

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ORIGINAL: LadyHibiscus

Don't listen to CRYPTIC!! OLD ASSHOLES GET THE HOT CHICKS!!

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ORIGINAL: LadyHibiscus

ARE NOT.

Wait...

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ORIGINAL: GreedyTop

*whimpers* there aren't any creeks nearby that I know of......

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ORIGINAL: pyschosubmission

I admit I've just remembered something of no importance, but it's a story and I'd like to share it with you.

Years ago, when I was but a child, I was at the cinema with a few of my friends. Now I can't remember what we were watching or who I was with, what I can remember though is a man that sat three seats to my right and two rows in front. I can remember him perfectly, from the lined polo shirt he wore over his overweight frame, to the bushy moustache that creeped past the corners of his mouth. I remember that he had the large coke, but the extra large salted popcorn.

I remember all that so clearly for one reason.

We were already sitting in our seats, laughing away and making the childish jokes that seem clever as a teenager, when I noticed him awkwardly walk up the stairs towards us. I glanced around, more to check my surroundings as the paranoid fool I was back then, but glancing I caught his eye as he looked around the cinema as well. It was only for a second but in that second I saw into him. I saw such crushing loneliness as he took his solitary seat. I saw hopelessness. I saw despair.

And I fell silent.

For the duration of that whole film, I was overwhelmed. I wept. Silently and cascadingly.

Remembering this now I'm struggling not to again.

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ORIGINAL: sexyred1

Wow, that was shockingly sad. Thanks for that imagery. Now I am sad. All the funny posts you post and I will only ever remember this one.

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ORIGINAL: LadyHibiscus

Fear not, Psyco I will continue to laugh at you.

I admit that thanks to Cryptic, I wish I could crochet!

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ORIGINAL: Duskypearls

I admit that today, after 7 weeks & 2 days, I got the hard cast off.
I admit underneath it, the skin on my foot and ankle was shedding like I had leprosy.
I admit I have the removable walking cast now.
I admit that although Doc originally said 8 wks before putting weight on foot, he's added another four weeks, so I must continue to keep off it until the 12th week.
I admit I've been incredibly careful not to put even an ounce of weight on that leg, as I can't afford to screw this one up!
I admit it was GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, washing that leg/foot, scrubbing off the dead skin, and finally shaving that leg again.
I admit it's wonderful to finally lay here in bed w/o a cast, with the air caressing that leg/foot.
I admit I wonder what it's going to feel like when I finally can walk on it again, as now that the ankle's fused and will never flex again, what will it be like to ambulate?!!!!

I admit nearly 1/2 of the leg's calf muscles have atrophied. YIKES!
I admit that's because 35 yrs ago, I crushed the pelvis on that side, have had 2 medial menisectomies on that knee, 18 yrs ago fractured that ankle in 7 places and the foot got completely turned around in the opposite direction, necessitating an Open Reduction Internal Fixation (much hardware!), then required surgery to remove said hardware, and 4 yrs ago injured that ankle on the job (which completely ruined the entire ankle!)
I admit that entire right side/leg has been through waaaaay too much for one lifetime!
I admit it took me nearly 3 yrs to find a Ortho surgeon to pro bono this surgery (no insurance!!!)
I admit it's FINALLY over and done with, and I pray it will be decently functional once healed.
I admit I'm relieved and grateful.

Heaven's, I admit that's a lot of admits!