mandolin | (no subject)

Haven't posted since the Work Panic Attack from Hell, but let's just say that it's blown over and I suddenly have a LOT more in the way of credit hours under my belt.

I haven't posted because the events of the past couple days have made anything I've wanted to post here seem even more shallow and petty than usual. Oh, I regularly ramble about random little things in this journal... it just doesn't seem appropriate to do so given what some of my friends, current and former, are going through right now. Especially since in some of the most extreme cases, I've been too far removed from the person to really be much help. I hate platitudes, and hate not being able to say or do anything remotely meaningful.

I don't feel better knowing that others are suffering more than me. Nor do I feel depressed right now. I just feel smaller.

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I feel terrible that you feel small. It's a hard thing to watch someone go through. I'm sure, given the situation, Heatherly understands and appreciates platitudes. There aren't many people who are going to be able to say anything to really help. Do you know what I'm saying?

I read your flist Mandi, and honestly, I was thinking the same thing that Lara just wrote.

On another note, if it means anything, I always really enjoy reading what you share in your journal, and am glad that you trust us all enough to share that which you do.

... it's sort of like a tea house on the net, if that makes any sense.

I like that. A tea house on the net. That is exactly how it feels.

I empathise with you. (HUGS) :(