Some things really hurt. And no matter how tough you try to be, sometimes things just break on through and finally get to you. For a while now I've been upholding that impenetrable character, cuz underneath I'm one big ultra-sensitive softie that's sure to get knocked down if I don't, forget balling in movies. But now I'm heading down a familiar treacherous path of allowing my emotions rule my conduct, and I'm already seeing the danger in it. I'm hurting. And I don't like this feeling. At all. And when I realize that I'm hurting, I hurt even more knowing that I let myself get that weak. I'm supposed to be killer tough for heaven's sakes. :P

There's a hadith that I like to remind myself of whenever I notice myself letting my emotions get the best of me though. I'm not aware of the entire hadith and the context to which it dealt with, but it's something along the lines of, "A true believer is never stung out of one and the same hole". It used to give me strength and reassure me that I was doing the right thing. But now that I think I just got 'stung', it's only making me feel worse. I let myself slip just once and BAM I'm down. :P

But OHHh wellll. Such is life. I hate bees anyways.