Monday, July 9, 2012


We've been away camping. It was a mix of "omg this is soooo much fun" and "dude, I am never doing this again" that I will write about later.

While we were camping (at a State Park, with a lake) - we went fishing twice. I love to go fishing, but in the like, 14 years that I've lived here, I've only caught 1 fish. We still go, anyway, every year.

Anyway, there was a family with 2 kids fishing at the same time we did. They were taking up the entire dock and bridge with all of their STUFF and were catching fish after fish. We were catching nothing.

We wandered over to them (just me and Godson D) and asked if we could fish off the bridge with them.

After about 20 minutes, I did a cast and I messed up - I didn't cast the fishing rod correctly, and my line and hook got caught on the bridge.

Immediately after, the little boy in the other family (maybe 8-9 years old) says "That's the STUPIDEST THING I've ever seen...ANYONE DO!" (laughing and pointing)

At first, I didn't realize he was talking about me. I turned and asked - was that about me? about my mistake?


I grabbed my stuff, took D's hand and went back to our family. I put my head down on the picnic table and cried.

I cried over what a stranger, a kid said to me.

It was like I was 8 years old again, and someone at school or on the playground was teasing or taunting me. I am sensitive. I am a crier. and I'm pretty sure making me cry was a playground activity like Handball.

Why did it bother me do much? I'm still working on that.

1 comment:

  1. ((hugs)) somedays are like that. I have days where I get overly emotional (as a matter of fact I had one of those days last week). ((big hugs))