Reading harold_maude's journal

My day has begun after a few hours of sleep. I got to see this deer up close and almost personal this morning. So beautiful.
And as long as it's not hunting season, the deer is quite safe.
But the deer dosen't know that.

All that deer knows is that it has to watch everything. No matter where it goes.

And it made me think about last night. And the frustration of the last month, and a friend of mine who I've listened to for months complain, and complain and complain.

I didn't sleep so good last night because I was frustrated with this friend.
They've got a drinking problem. They drink because they are bored and their mind is running on over load with analyitical thoughts.
The state of drunkenness turns the volume down in their head.
So they tell me.
And who am I to question what someone is living in the middle of, as far as their thoughts.
I know what it's like to have so many thoughts going through your head that it's on over load all the time.

But I do know this. We have been over and over and over the same old territory as far as things that are wrong again and again and again.
Their frustration, or at least part of it, is that there is nothing that interests them, no creative venu that they can throw themselves into.
No matter options I brought up, they had a reason as to why it wouldn't work.

Finally after several hours of going round and round and round,
I left the room, and came here and wrote and then began searching job sites again.
It was almost three a.m. when I stopped.

When I saw that deer this morning, how beautiful it was, it reminded me that life is a fragile thing. Not to be taken lightly. And a person can live their lives emersed in how wrong things are or the possiblities.
It's a personal choice.

If a person loves their misery, keeps it as a pet, then there isn't much anyone can do. Change is the choice we can take or leave.
My friend means alot to me. When they are sober, they are just cynical. When they are drunk they feel the need to talk. And it's all so pointless. I got drained listening to this mess last night.
I'm still drained this morning. And I've come to a decision.
I'm just going to smile and say uh huh alot. I've got better things to do with my life than listen to some one who loves their misery, and who is too lazy to try even the smallest thing to change it, whether they feel like it or not.

If everyone waited until they felt like it to do anything, most all of us would remain in bed feeling sorry for ourselves because we haven't won the publisher's clearing house sweepstakes.
And pissed off because we had to get up to go pee now and again.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.