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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Confuzzled right now - and this is for the Rooster

I was going to write about a friend of ours, and y'all know who he is, but what's the point? I can't seem to get my thoughts in order on this.

Part of me is pissed that he continuously does things like this and just wants to shake him until his teeth rattle and tell him to STOP. We are your friends, and if you can't come to us, then we feel we have failed you somehow. And then there's a part of me that just wants to cry.

I refer back to my entry - who's your shelter?

We thought we were his.

Some of us still think that, and want to know what WE could have possibly done to make him feel like he couldn't come to us - either as individuals or a group - and unburden himself. We are here to help take the weight off your shoulders, we are here to help de-stress you.

We are here to listen.

That's all we really have when we come down to it - friends (whether they be family or people we see every day or people we reach across the computer) to listen, to love, and, as our own Ann so eloquently put it - to witness our lives.

We will listen, we will love and we will be your witnesses.

Just stop disappearing. You know you always come back.

Come home.

Today's lyrics are from one of my favourite songs - sung by a nice Canadian boy known as Lawrence Gowan (who is now singing with Styx for those who didn't know and those who didn't care).

Cry on my Shoulder

Little Jack Horner and Little Bo Peep
All of the Friends who once lulled you to sleep
Now its the pills instead of the sheep
Those days of wonder have all gone wrong
There's no returning, they're forever gone

Cry on my shoulder
Don't be afraid
This world grows colder
My love remains

Great expectations that all seemed to fail
Ships full or promise that never did sail
And every morning more bills in the mail
The daily problem, the constant fight
And your guardian angel's all booked up tonight

Cry on my shoulder

Don't be afraid
This world grows colder
But my love remains

And when it seems the darkest
You'll see the sun
And when the goings hardest
You know hope will come
Hope will come

Cry on my shoulder
Don't be afraid
This world grows colder
But my love remains

My love remains


Stay sane inside insanity - and always remember your towel.

4 comments:

Coco said...

I thought I had cried all my tears. Thanks a whole lot. Lol. So, why was I supposed to come here again?

Travis said...

I guess as friends, sometimes we just have to let our friend go and seek his own peace.

If we can't help, or if he won't let us help, then I hope that he has someone else in his life right now that can and will help.

Dana said...

:tacklehugs Andrea:

We do what we can. Then we have chocolate milkshakes.

Bond said...

You know..this guy has never been the one who needed to talk and depend...It makes it difficult for him to (I know, he and I spoke about this last night)...He has always been the rock, the shoulder, the ears...and this is all new to him, so he hopes everyone just gives him some slack.
The last nine months for him have brought him the joy of all his new friends, while it has also brought him the agony of his situation (I know, he and I talked last night).

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