A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
Okay, I don't feel a whole lot better than when I wrote the last entry. In a sense, I feel ridiculously worse. Sometimes my silly complaints seem so miniscule in the grand scheme of pain and suffering. So what if it was just a couple ridiculous TV shows (I hate having to admit that one of them was Extreme Makeover Home Edition--but only because Desperate Housewives wasn't on...wait a minute, that's probably worse) that made me remember this. I still remember. All in all, I have it pretty good. No major stresses in my life. I'm happy. I'm healthy. I have a family and friends. I have 10 fingers and even 10 toes. So who am I, really, to sob over people not caring as much about me as I care about them (well, I wasn't really
sobbing, but there were a few teensy tears involved).
I mean, sure I do feel bad sometimes. I don't take back that I get lonely--that I have been feeling particularly lonely the past few days--but I will rethink how I go about thinking about myself and my relationships with others. It's not that bad. Sometimes it all hurts, but, relatively speaking, I should be counting my blessings because it's actually all pretty good.