Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Part two

He is pretty much thinking life has nothing for him now. He assures me he wouldn't actually kill himself - he would never do that to his parents. This makes me feel a bit better. So I talked with him(not knowing what the hell to say) for 1/2 an hour. I am the only person besides his parents that can calm him down - he is prone to panic attacks.

I couldn't get back to sleep after that. I've been checking on him regularly since. He seemed to be doing better until today when the unemployment office informed him that he owed almost $3,000 in overpayments. So he isn't eligible for any money for 12 weeks and then any money he gets is after deductions for the money he owes. Am I wrong being outraged?

I hate not being able to help someone I care deeply about. I hate that I can't go over to his house and sit with him, give him a hug and just be there for him. I hate feeling so helpless. I hate that he thinks so little of himself that he thinks the world wouldn't miss him terribly.

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