Clyde Drexler is no Emmitt Smith
Lately, I have been feeling much more overwhelmed than usual. Everything seems to come crashing down all at the same time. I have found that when a new year starts, I do not necessarily set goals for the year, but have found myself in recent years falling into the trap of saying, “Please oh please let this year be better.”
Basically, I would settle for it not sucking. I think I would be happy to make it through the next few months and be able to say, “That didn’t suck too much.” Saying that depresses me, because I should not be living my life this way.
Recently, someone from my past contacted me who I have not talked to in a very long time. I have to look at the significance of this because this is a person who is very grounded and has always been straight with me. His friendship has always had a calming effect on me, but it is really not his responsibility to keep me from driving off the cliff.
That sounds very vague, doesn’t it? What the hell is she rambling about? While I feel like I am not a dumb person, I tend to think the best of people and believe what they tell me. Over the past few months, I have been slapped in the face with a tremendous amount of dishonesty and deceit from many people who are close to me. It is disheartening, discouraging and disenchanting and many other “dis” words.
So, I seek refuge in reality television. It’s a vice, right? It’s better than drugs or alcohol or gambling. Wow, what a depressing post. Double exclamation points. Scattered, not focused, and totally bizarre.
Therefore, I leave you with a thought for the day. Sanjaya! Gonna set this place on fire!
June 17th, 2008 at 10:07 pm
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June 17th, 2008 at 10:07 pm
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