A smashing reality

I cracked my head open a couple of months ago. Three stitches on my forehead, bruises and a sore body.
Today, all that's left is a Harry Potter scar I've learned to ignore and disguise with make-up. The doctor said it'll go away with time.

Time heals all wounds.

It better be true.

Today, I ran into this annoying dude who thinks TOO much of himself.
He used to wear tight skinny jeans... burgundy and mustard color skinny jeans. Ugh!!
We I used to make fun of him and his accent. And his teeth... pfff!! disgusting. How can anyone like something like that!?!?!

Today I ran into him. He was wearing skinny jeans.

Dark blue skinny jeans.

... and a super tiny tight Batman t-shirt.

I wanted to take a picture and send it to someone to share the laughs, but then again... dead people don't talk.

And once again, I smashed my face against reality.

I wonder how many stitches will my brain and my heart need to get used to a reality that's getting too hard to get used to.