I Cried Two Tears In a Bucket

“Sometimes it’s not bad to be selfish. Because there are somethings in life that are not meant to be shared”

What I think when I'm made to share
What I think when I’m made to share

Once upon a time there was a boy named Andrae and he was a very nice, well put together boy. Some might even say a Trophy, but there was one flaw. This boy Andrae hated the idea of sharing things. Sharing was not caring to Andrae. Whenever Andrae was forced to share, his heart turned into a million pieces of dog crap. He wouldn’t even share with his own mother if she asked him.

Sharing can cause STDs
Sharing can cause STDs

Andrae used to think that sharing was one of the worst things in life a person could do. There was no real value from it. The expectation that he was suppose to share was unsettling.

Sharing
Sharing

Then one day out of nowhere, Andrae shared. He shared everything. He shared much until it hurt. People around him gave him praises and thought it was the kindest thing. They weren’t sure how to react to this new movement. They antagonized him and in hopes that he wouldn’t share. Whenever he shared, he got a gold star. He even shared his favorite candies and cookies. HE EVEN SHARED PAD THAI(no fish sauce). I mean it doesn’t get any realer than that.

Sharing is something that I never thought I’d have to do in life. I mean I’ve never had to share, ever. My mother always made sure I didn’t have to share anything with my brother cause I would always throw a tantrum. Now I share. It’s amazing. I’ve grown up into a such a young man at 27, I share. I think I’ve even shared bubblegum with a child once. Yeah…..I know. I love sharing. The joy it brings to other peoples lives. My presence is sharing enough and you are all so lucky to have it in your lives……….

 

Just kidding….well, kind of…..I share this in hopes that you enjoy your weekend….

I want to share though....

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DreIzMe

"Most Likely To Be Ambivert" is the best way to describe me. Approaching 30 with kindness and hoping she does the same. Boston based hair stylist, best friend, wardrobe consultant, student of the world, etc., Welcome!

3 thoughts on “I Cried Two Tears In a Bucket”

  1. You sound like a such a fucking brat. Reading your blog is like a waste of time. Reconsider your life because there are people out there with real problems and your blog is like the worst. You complain about things that don’t even matter. Fucking loser

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  2. I KNEW you didn’t like to share (everyone he REALLY DOES SHARE – I eat off of his plate all the time – much to his consternation.) I never liked to share either (being the youngest I didn’t really have to either. Love you, this was funny xo

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