big girls don't cry?

Sometimes it strikes me as odd what things inspire which emotions within me. Sometimes those emotions suprise me- make me laugh at myself- make me question myself. Aren't I supposed to be tougher than that, more mature than that, more emotionally detatched than that?
Holding yourself to an ideal that you hope to attain has good and bad points. On the one hand it gives you a goal to shoot for- on the other hand it can sometimes result in bitter disappointment in yourself. But I guess even that helps you realize your shortcomings and areas in need of improvement. And makes you tough enough to handle it...

Sometimes I wish life were simpler. But then I know I wouldn't like it as much.
It is a fickle, fickle world in which we live.