One should never take life too seriously.
For the last few days I have been.
Thinking too much. Thinking about where I have been and where I am at.
Thinking about whether I like where I am at. Three days ago I was content. Today I am not. Today I am thinking too much.
It's so weird how the actions of people in my life affect my day to day emotions.
I wonder if that is a good thing. I don't think it is.
All I know is how I feel.
I feel mad. I feel sad. I feel like a wasted lonely soul. Woe is me. Shame on me.
Fact is that I just feel alone. And, for once, I don't feel like trudging and traveling to go visit someone to ease my own loneliness or theirs. I want SOMEONE to come to me. But they are not coming. They know I am lonely, and crabby and bored and need them. But they are NOT coming.
Like I said. I am thinking too much. But maybe, just maybe I need to think about these thing. I shouldn't always be so casual in my thoughts about them. My casual ways bring me to where I am at right now. Not so casual. I am thinking. Think, think, think.