entry #4: dreary vs. drury

07.07.07 - 11:52 PM

I feel that my heart cannot bear what it is being forced to endure. Why can't this little organ's sole purpose be pumping blood? Why has it been given the capability to feel? When we use words like yearning, aching or swelling, we are attempting to describe a feeling that comes from the heart, not the brain. Of course, none of these words are truly adequate enough.

Why, oh why, have i been given a name that means "noble strength"? Why could i not have been branded with a name which has a meaning i can actually live up to? Instead, i am slapped in the face daily as a constant reminder of an attribute i do not have. People with names that mean "friend" or "gray hair" should feel blessed for not having to carry such a burden.

On a happier note, i found out tonight that the muffin man lives on Drury Lane, not Dreary Lane. This minor detail certainly causes one to sing the rhyme in a whole different way, doesn't it. Good grief. And all these years i've felt just awful for this poor little baker and bitter toward whatever low-life decided to situate him on Dreary Lane. Honestly! Because of this discovery, i might actually get some sleep tonight.