I cringe when I hear people telling kids, "Do what you love!" as job advice. I mean, how many of us can actually do that?

No kidding! I mean, I don't want to tell them, "You'll be miserable, learn to deal," but going to work is rarely a new box of joy and toys every day.

Also, I'm giving tests today. I love giving tests, because it makes them all be quiet for a little while, but I hate it because I keep wanting to help!

Not that good a post.

You people need to post more! I've reached the end of the Internets!

"Do what you love!"

"I love sleeping late, playing with the cat, and reading trashy fiction. So I need to become a rich man's mistress?"

How are you holding up, by the way? And your mom?

I'm okay. I keep waiting for it to really hit me, but now I wonder if it will just always hit me in small ways. I love to talk about him, but I get a little teary, and then I feel bad for the person who I'm talking to, because it's awkward for them. Everyone I know says that they know how much my dad meant to me, just by how I talked about him. Which is nice, but sad making. (insert appropriate emoticon here. Not sure if smiley or frowny is better. You decide)

Vortex, I wouldn't worry about it being awkward. Your friends want to know how you really are, tears or not, and they love you. I know because I am one.

Your friends want to know how you really are, tears or not, and they love you.

friends I'm fine with. it's random coworkers and acquaintances. Plus, since he died unexpectedly, they all want to know what happened. This is actually good, since I've repeated the story so many times, it's almost like it happened to someone else.

I sometimes have a selfish reaction when people say "oh, my dad died when he was 84" and I think "why didn't my dad get that long?". They're trying to be empathetic because they know somewhat what I'm going through, but when they tell me about their dad's long life, I resent it a little. But that's normal, I suppose. Or I'm a selfish bitch. Either way, it is what it is.

it's random coworkers and acquaintances. Plus, since he died unexpectedly, they all want to know what happened.

Oh yeah, I can see what you mean there.

::climbs into corner and looks for things to smash::

Vortex, it sucks. You get sick of saying and hearing certain phrases. No one else's grief is the same, and yet we are all alike. I don't know if it is always going to hit you in small ways, or if one day it will blow all the coping you've been doing out of the water. All I know for sure is that this is a safe place.

Now would be a brilliant time for Buffista Island to suddenly become a reality, so that the safe place that this is could be more than virtual hairpats and punctuation.