[diaryland] why do I bother?

Don't know why I bother sometimes.

I'm rather glad I have a break coming up soon. Too bad I won't have the money to go anywhere. Just me, a bunch of movies, a harmonica, and some (rather large) puppies.

What do you do when people come to you for support and a shoulder to cry on, but the only thing you can think to say that would make a difference is the last thing they want to hear?

I know I have a rather different way of looking at things, but... people should know me well enough by now that they should know what I'm going to say to them. I'm woefully predictable in this sense. *sigh* "What do you have to do? How much time? What's important?"

"Have you really given up? If you can't do anything, why worry yourself over it? If you can, get to it!"

Rubbing things back in their faces might not be kind or sympathetic, but certainly it gets results. It's how I turned myself around. Put up and shut up. Do or do not, there is no try.

Ugh. I'm feeling rather battered, unloved, and unappreciated now. It's ..different. How did I end up being the one with the cheerfulness to give others? Nearly everyone I know is going through angst these days.

...Don't let people drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance. *snort*

Each man is his own prisoner, in solitary confinement for life. And loneliness is a terrible price to pay for Independence.

*sigh* At least my massages today were appreciated. Small consolation.

I should go to bed. Final in the morning that I'm mostly prepared for. And there was much rejoicing.