2004-09-29 @ 10:16 a.m.
“Lo now, what hearts have men! they never mount As high as woman in her selfless mood.” --Tennyson.
The sad fact is, heelandlass, I am TOTALLY a martyr. I just don’t wear it on my sleeve, but I am apparently incapable of not making any choices that are not of the selfless variety.
I’m going to make up bumper stickers that read “What would Laura Do?” in fact.
Most of the definition of martyr doesn’t really apply to anyone anymore. It’s the third two part definition that is most commonly used.
a. One who endures great suffering:
b. One who makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy.
Thank goodness I am much closer to “a” than I am “b”, but it’s a strange thing to be thankful for.
Over the past week, I have spent a lot of time thinking (obsessing) about my martyr glitch, to the point where I was doodling sacred hearts, and the side effect is that I have decided on a Halloween costume.
SuperMartyr! I will be wearing a tank top emblazoned with a sacred heart, a skirt, knee high boots, and (of course) a cape. My hands will show stigmata, and there will be blood seeping through my shirt to imply the stigmatic wound in my side. I’ll wear a half-mask so not to expose my sacrifice (of course)
I suppose it would be in bad taste to wear it trick or treating with the kids…but really, the neighborhood we go through is pretty hip….