The Shoat Statements

Random musings by the multiple voices inside my head.

What a weekend. From midnight Friday to midnight Sunday, 5 people (4 friends plus me) winded up in tears at the state our lives were in. Almost everyone I knew (and was with) got depressed on Saturday; much of the crowd remained depressed throughout Sunday.

Common themes ran through all of us: broken hearts, empty lives, the fear of being alone, the fear of not being good enough, dealing with 'other women' (a psychotic Barbie doll and a slut to be precise), rejection, jealousy, casual sex and the ensuing mess...

All this lead to my first nicotine puff. Well, more than puff. Can't say I'm proud of it, though I have a better understanding now of why people smoke. Why good people suffer - and so many of them at that - will always remain a mystery to me. I'm not sure that any of us managed to resolve any issues, but at least we know that we're not alone. And we know that we should be able to find at least two people somewhere out there who genuinely care that we suffer.

It's amazing what a shoulder can do for you during trying times.

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