Unless you’re kind of antisocial and like your privacy.
I’m a bit of the above.
That’s why I’ve been absent. Well, that and I’m busy; and by the time things settle down around here each day I’m too exhausted to think, much less type. I’d do a couple of hours of research, then be too tired to post.
When we began this blog, it had a personality(twisted, but hey…), and we shared a lot of personal stuff. I’ll admit, when our numbers grew, I got a bit freaked out; but I digress.
I dunno, on one hand, it’s helpful for people to be able to relate; but on the other, I felt that it had become entertaining at our expense.
I wasn’t getting exactly a schadenfreude-esque vibe; but something had to give.
“Love and Laughter” Â that’s what we like to say.
I have to laugh. Â Each day. That’s how I survive. I have to look at bad situations (life) with a sense of humor. Â The problem is, when the laughter stops and all the I can relates sign off; I’m still alone with *fill in the blank of crappy situation of the day*.
It was like, “Glad I made people feel better, I still feel like shit”
Helping people. Â To me that’s a calling, or was-until I ran out of “give”
Unless you’re kind of antisocial and like your privacy.
I’m a bit of the above.
That’s why I’ve been absent. Well, that and I’m busy; and by the time things settle down around here each day I’m too exhausted to think, much less type. I’d do a couple of hours of research, then be too tired to post.
When we began this blog, it had a personality(twisted, but hey…), and we shared a lot of personal stuff. I’ll admit, when our numbers grew, I got a bit freaked out; but I digress.
I dunno, on one hand, it’s helpful for people to be able to relate; but on the other, I felt that it had become entertaining at our expense.
I wasn’t getting exactly a schadenfreude-esque vibe; but something had to give.
“Love and Laughter” Â that’s what we like to say.
I have to laugh. Â Each day. That’s how I survive. I have to look at bad situations (life) with a sense of humor. Â The problem is, when the laughter stops and all the I can relates sign off; I’m still alone with *fill in the blank of crappy situation of the day*.
It was like, “Glad I made people feel better, I still feel like shit”
Helping people. Â To me that’s a calling, or was-until I ran out of “give”
I think I just needed a long break.