Make me feel good
In the film, Monster’s Ball, Halle Berry begs Billy Bob Thorton in a pivotal scene to make her forget about all of the pain she’s been through after losing her son in a hit-and-run accident.
“Make me feel good,” she says as she pulls at her clothes and rolls herself on him. “Make me feel good.”
Thankfully, it doesn’t take a tragedy to make you feel wanted, but when you are, it makes you feel good.
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Not too long ago, someone wrote me in an e-mail that they thought about me on the weekend. Of course, I wondered what exactly they were thinking about because I elicit so many reactions from every person I associate myself with.
After talking with them on the phone, they went into more detail. The details were good, if PG-13, due to the fact I was in a public place and couldn’t ask for specifics – the little old lady sitting beside me probably wouldn’t want to have this conversation as her final memory on earth.
That’s all it took. One e-mail and one phone call. Someone out there thinks of me in a way that is more than of a self-effacing clown. And it made me feel good.
“Make me feel good,” she says as she pulls at her clothes and rolls herself on him. “Make me feel good.”
Thankfully, it doesn’t take a tragedy to make you feel wanted, but when you are, it makes you feel good.
**
Not too long ago, someone wrote me in an e-mail that they thought about me on the weekend. Of course, I wondered what exactly they were thinking about because I elicit so many reactions from every person I associate myself with.
After talking with them on the phone, they went into more detail. The details were good, if PG-13, due to the fact I was in a public place and couldn’t ask for specifics – the little old lady sitting beside me probably wouldn’t want to have this conversation as her final memory on earth.
That’s all it took. One e-mail and one phone call. Someone out there thinks of me in a way that is more than of a self-effacing clown. And it made me feel good.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
7 Comments:
An utmost talented writer. Very aestethic.. I like your blog.
Many will see through the 'clown' characteristic and capture the essence of the person behind the humour & the writings...As I am sure there is much good in you and certainly a lot more to you than what a reader may pick up from your blog...Dont for one minute think no one notices you..We all do!...xox
Steven, who could POSSIBLY think of you as a clown? Besides yourself, I mean.
Oh, I'm sure there's more than ONE someone out there that thinks that way.
i plan to rub one off for you later today as well! :)
darling...im sure there are plenty of boys out there thinking of you. youre loved. dont you forget it.
Clown? I hope you're not a clown. Clowns are scary.
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