Frailty is Thy Name

I find it rather odd that two of my close friends have said the same thing about me, in the same week, different days mind you, and use almost the exact same words.

I had Sarah N. help pick out a new jacket for me via gchat and le internet. I told her that my leather jacket just wasn't cutting it against the harsh cold mornings and evenings. She said that we needed to cloth my frail body. When I retorted back that I was not frail, she stated, "You are frail because you wouldn't be so cold all the time if you had more meat on your bones." Touché.

Then, on Friday when I went over to Sarah S.'s house for dinner, she commented that when I hugged her I felt so frail. She said that she wasn't use to getting poked by my bones. Granted, my bones are sticking out, but they are thick bones. Runs in my genes, can't help it. My grandfather had back surgery once and it took the doctors forever to get behind his bones because the x-rays did not show the thickness of them.

However, I don't feel frail, nor do I think that I look that way. Although, I did notice that as I was typing this post, my right ring finger has a rather large bruise on it. No idea how I got it, but there it is. Oh well, we all have opinions don't we?



Le Bruise