I have been surrounded by death for the past 3 years. In moments I find myself using humour to cope with it all. This sometimes shocks those around me. I love how you simply said F’it and rolled with your feelings here. Beautifully written with such an accute sense of humour. Sometimes, like always, humor seems like the only way to cope.
I too have been trying to live with a more open heart. And honestly, worry less about what people think. For example, I started that last sentence with the word “And. ” Will people judge me? Shit. Should I change it? Nah, just keep writing. Then I notice that I abbreviated “Fuck” in the previous paragraph? Why? When you wrote it, it brought a big smile to my face. It was raw and visceral. I say it all the time, and yet I hesitate to type the word. Damn hypocritical digits with opposing thumbs!
Perhaps this is all just a shortcoming of my still only using ONE space after my periods. It seems to me I have a ways to go on my journey! Thank you for bringing such inspiring humour to a difficult topic.