There is a Season
I promise, I'll get to the thing I posted last as soon as I can figure out proper answers for everyone who posted. One of the problems with being a Libra is a strong sense of wanting to be even-handed. Also, I wanted to try and get this posted before I a) Forgot and b) lost the nerve.
Not to put too fine a point on it but, I am a lonely person.I am Lonely
To wit. For the most part I do not mind being the person everyone comes to when there are problems afoot. In fact, I do get a sort of cathartic joy from being a trusted soul and having people trust me with this sort of information. Secrets, relationship problems, worries, joys. They all come to me, some in trickles and others deluges of information spouted at a moments notice like old faithful. However, each bit of information refines and shows me a mirror. Shows me things I do not have. Things I had at one time and I miss dreadfully. Especially during this season. Fall is a terrible time for me, as much as I love it I am filled with a cold bitterness. Sometimes it even hurts.
I don't even know where that was going. I had another thing, I was going to talk about all the fine lovely ladies that use me and talk to me and how that also reminds me of this solemn road I tread... but I forget where that was going to start. Suffice that I would wish them no fate but that which they chose, especially those who seem so happy and content with where they are going even if there are troubles that they bring to me. Also something about the fact that no matter what small candles may burn in my heart that they seem better off where they are. I don't remember now, it's a blur. That's what I get for doing all my hard thinking while laying in bed while lappy is across the house.
Sorry that entire paragraph was... well, crap. Pity Party bullshit. It probably could've gone something more like: "I was going to say something to all of the lovely ladies that use me as a source of consolation and advice..." Or somesuch. That was awful though and I am sorry.
Bah.
This is no one's fault, so there should be no sorrows felt by any of you who use me as their sounding boards. I am still here to be talked to, do not feel pity for me. Had I a choice I would do this for a living. Perhaps, rather, had I a choice and the proper professional training. Just sometimes the well must empty itself.
This was sortof an embarassment, I'm leaving it up for my own shame.
Not to put too fine a point on it but, I am a lonely person.I am Lonely
To wit. For the most part I do not mind being the person everyone comes to when there are problems afoot. In fact, I do get a sort of cathartic joy from being a trusted soul and having people trust me with this sort of information. Secrets, relationship problems, worries, joys. They all come to me, some in trickles and others deluges of information spouted at a moments notice like old faithful. However, each bit of information refines and shows me a mirror. Shows me things I do not have. Things I had at one time and I miss dreadfully. Especially during this season. Fall is a terrible time for me, as much as I love it I am filled with a cold bitterness. Sometimes it even hurts.
I don't even know where that was going. I had another thing, I was going to talk about all the fine lovely ladies that use me and talk to me and how that also reminds me of this solemn road I tread... but I forget where that was going to start. Suffice that I would wish them no fate but that which they chose, especially those who seem so happy and content with where they are going even if there are troubles that they bring to me. Also something about the fact that no matter what small candles may burn in my heart that they seem better off where they are. I don't remember now, it's a blur. That's what I get for doing all my hard thinking while laying in bed while lappy is across the house.
Sorry that entire paragraph was... well, crap. Pity Party bullshit. It probably could've gone something more like: "I was going to say something to all of the lovely ladies that use me as a source of consolation and advice..." Or somesuch. That was awful though and I am sorry.
Bah.
This is no one's fault, so there should be no sorrows felt by any of you who use me as their sounding boards. I am still here to be talked to, do not feel pity for me. Had I a choice I would do this for a living. Perhaps, rather, had I a choice and the proper professional training. Just sometimes the well must empty itself.
This was sortof an embarassment, I'm leaving it up for my own shame.