A Friend of Mine

I go through life cautiously greeting every day when my eyes open. Saying, "Is it gonna be a good one or a bad one?"

Of course, I never know. Sometimes a bad one turns into a very good one. Other times, well, you know.

But that's just me. That's just MY life. OTHER people's bad days are majorly my concern, too -- after all, they could kill me if they're in a certain mood, right? Being killed would not be a very optimal situation, right?

So it bothers me when people are upset. It bothers me when they're upset with themselves, but it bothers me more when they're upset with others. And it bothers me even more when they're not upset at the idiot at the grocery store who did something stupid, but they're upset at their LIFE PARTNER who *may* have done something stupid.

As is the case now -- I'm dealing with a friend who shall remain nameless and sexless, but an entire lifetime hangs by a thread, an entire union in jeopardy. And these are not young people.

Oh well. Just goes to show: anything can go to Hell at any time.