2008
12.04
12.04
When I was a kid I used to walk to school everyday. Even during the harsh winter months. With my sensitive eyes, the combination of cold, wind, and forward momentum would make my eyes tear up and run down my face. Inevitably during my walk I would run into some kids that I knew, and seeing my teary face they would ask me, “Hey man, are you crying? What’s wrong pussy, why are you crying?” And I would respond, “No! My eyes are just sensitive! I’m not crying!” Except, then I would be, because their comments were so hurtful you see. True story.
who’s eyes didn’t water on those walks, I mean really.
Exactly.
I saw a show once about the Marine Corp. and they had some tough grizzled drill instructor inspecting a graduating class. During the inspection he comes up to a Marine and sees his eyes tearing and goes, “sensitive eyes soldier? Me too. Every goddamn time.”
I felt like a little less of a pansy.