Circus Freak Blues

Out of guilt piled on by my big brother (unintentionally, I'm sure!), I have searched the depths of my soul to find some positivityness to share. And I've found some. Though I can't promise to be eloquent at this hour of the morning....

I love being a circus freak. It's really quite fun when, in physical therapy, my therapist yells out to the other 4 PTs in the office, "Hey guys, come look at this! I didn't know this could happen!" What's even better is when all the other patients stop their exercises and crane their necks (almost to the point of injury) to see what is so wrong with me that 5 PTs are circled around me, oohing and ahhing, and laughing hysterically.

But the absolute best part is that when I ask what I should do to fix whatever freakishness they're currently observing, they respond with, "Try selling tickets. You should try to get SOMETHING out of it."

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