State of the Union

It's been a rough year. In a little more than three hundred sixty five, we've dealt with the following (and in no particular order):

Chief's double bypass.
Mac's forced departure from Dixie and relocation to the DPRK.
Rotormommy got canned.
Death of a family member.
Loss of friendships (although not really that much of a loss in my book).
And probably so many other things that I'm simply blocking them out for fear of going on all "William Foster" or "Milton Waddams" on everyone.

This isn't to say that there hasn't been any good things to happen in the last year. You'd be hard pressed to find absolutely nothing but doom and gloom during the darkest of days. And even as seemingly bad as we've had it, there are many others who've had it a hundred times worse. But that's little solace in face of so much adversity.

All these things make me wonder, "why in the hell do I even bother?"

Why would any rational person do it?

Why would anyone choose to share these things with absolute strangers?



Because it helps.

Internalization of thoughts and emotions is never a good thing. Such dangerous actions is the first step towards telling people to "put lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again." So rather than sit on it, I let it out. Albeit through what anonymity that teh interwebs affords, but it's out nonetheless. And that's way many of us do what we do.

Such seems to be the way things are going lately. Cryptic? Certainly, but it's spot on.