I’m a good listener.  No, that’s not true.  I’m a great listener.  There are people who come to talk to me just to talk to me.  And I think they tell me things they wouldn’t tell anyone else.  I don’t charge.  I don’t judge.  I listen.  And if they cry, I cry.

And then they leave.  Maybe they feel better. Lighter. Maybe now that they’ve unburdened themselves, their day will be better.  I hope so.

But…

I am a sponge.  I take on all the problems…the burdens…the woes.  I feel their pain.  And I just absorb it like a sponge.

You know what else I absorb after taking on all the problems of the world?

Calories.