Posted on November 13, 2003 in Gratitude
One neurotic can do a lot of damage to your life. A group of neurotics defending one of their own is like facing wolves. It’s made me wonder if being kind is worth it or if I should just avoid people.
“I want to write this person a letter, just tell [ ] off,” I say to my wife.
“Yeah, but it’s best not to,” she replies.
She’s right. And I won’t write the letter that [ ] and the others who are covering for [ ] deserve.
It’s this being alone and the threat of ostracization for all the wrong reasons that bothers me. It’s the lack of a secure circle of friends who understand my sicknesses and will not unjustly malign my intentions that makes me sigh.
My thanks to all my wonderful online friends. I just wish you were all close to me instead of scattered across the country. Undoubtably, you feel the same at times.
Thanks to the those who have heard out my sadness locally and given friendly prescriptions for weathering this.