This has been on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t think there’s really a nice way to tell someone something like that. Pats on the head don’t work that well, either. I’m stumped.
I’m going through tough times. Someone I care deeply about has suffered a stroke, but he’s on the rebound. If you live in my Facebok world, you’d know all about it. There, my audience is limited to my 243 “friends”. Here, I don’t know, anyone can read this. Some things are better left moderately private.
Yesterday was my birthday. If you lived in my Facebook world, you would have known that. I’m still in my thirties and that’s all anyone needs to know.
Facebook, as much as I complain about it, has brought people back into my life. This is mostly for the better. I’m back in touch with all the nice kids that I grew up with. The mean ones are too retarded to figure it out.
I think I’m sounding very cranky. Let’s say, I’m not feeling like my usual bouncy self, and it’s not necessarily due to my age. I’m blaming it on the therapy. It’s very expensive, and then they make you talk about “problems”. Over and over again, we talk about problems. And I’m starting to wonder what the point is. I go in there, we talk about bad stuff for an hour, I cry, and now what? I could cry about all of these things on my own time and money. I understand that this is supposed to be a process of self-discovery, but couldn’t this process continue until the day I die? This could turn out to be very expensive, and I’m likely going to die anyway before I ever find out “the answer” anyway. And I’m trying to understand just what people seaching for enlightment did before therapy. Not that I’m necessarily searching for enlightment, but it’d be nice. Let’s say, I wouldn’t turn it down, if it were offered. But also, there have got to be more cost effective ways. In the middle of finding this inner peace, there’s a buttload of stuff I’d like to be doing, like shopping, eating good food, and traveling and stuff, and I can’t afford it, because I’m paying for this Enlightment in a Box. I’m just so not into this heavily refined enlightment stuff. I want the whole grains and Omega 3s. Give me the gristle.
None of my Facebook friends know any of this. This I share with you, my blog reader, my one and only.