Sunday, November 25, 2012

Damaged Dignity

Last night, after a particularly arduous shift at work, I went around to Boyfriend's house for hugs and awesome social times with friends. As I excitedly skipped up his driveway, I saw him standing on the deck outside his house conversing with people.

“Hello!” I said excitedly as I claimed my long-awaited hug.
“Hey, gorgeous,” replied Boyfriend. (Boyfriend is nice like that.)

My already considerable ego swelled dangerously. Compliments, while pleasant, tend to instill in me an over-abundance of pride that destroys the sweetness of my soul.

Luckily, on this occasion I was saved from corruption by immediately, and quite accidentally, walking into a glass door.

My dignity was bruised, as were my knees.