On The Daily Post, Jen Groeber talks about “Homecoming” for her Fifty Word Story, and packs so much feeling and imagery in those 50 well-chosen words. However, what speaks to me is the Dull Heart aspect. I honestly often wish I had a Dull Heart to not feel so much for people and their issues. I may foolishly believe that a dull heart won’t feel so affected by friends, family…the world. I certainly don’t want a dead heart, just one that can traverse life with an on and off switch for when I choose to feel versus autonomic reactions. My heart, fortunately or unfortunately beats to so many different rhythms I never know where I will wake up: In love, in like, in voracious turpitude! With a dull heart people who mistreat animals could be turned off. With a dull heart the off-hand comments about my hair, friends, clothes, or weight wouldn’t alert me to how weakly insecure some people are that they need to put down others. With a dull heart I can ignore how disappointed I feel in myself when I assert anything judgmental about anyone else. With a dull heart my passions in life might be overlooked and eventually lost forever…I would miss them.