Oct 30, 2004 04:53
Today I showed up for a LARP and was greeted by a player who had asked if I read another players LJ posts recently. Why people think I post to this infernal collection of pulp drama manuscripts, let alone read it, is beyond me. I often wonder why I hear about things in such a form letter manner. It seems if it is important enough for a person to share.. then they could just share it.
I guess I feel kinda hurt that I had to hear it so much later than everyone else. This is a thing that I feel I could have been of some help to a friend in, but I heard last.
Now, don't get me wrong, I never have a strong dialog with this individual, but I try. I really do. I just wish that people could feel more at ease with me and speak to me in a manner of openness. I wish they wouldn't fear what I'll say or do. I try to be mindful of people's emotions in almost all that I do.
Perhaps he could still use my shoulder to cry on, my words to comfort, my advice to guide. Perhaps I could still feel as though I'm of some consequence in the life of one who I count as a friend. Perhaps even he could help me to grow as an individual.
I guess only time will tell and I need to stop obsessing over why I found out so much later than everyone else.