July 18, 2013
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I run into Mittens again (Rosie's past owner) at the stalag. I think I mentioned she has a job where she visits different bidnesses and waters their plants. she was watering the break room plants when I walked in. this time she sat down with me, and chewed my ear off about her boyfriend's kids and dismal relatives and what-not. she then hits me with "I miss being your friend...", then looks at the calender on her smart phone and says "let's see, today's the 16th, I'm here every other week, so I'll see you on the 30th". it was a friendly enough 1/2 hour chat, but I'll be damned if I open that door to let her step on my [granite] heart again (if that's where she thinks she's headin'). *prob'ly jumping to the wrong conclusion...or famous last words of an old love sick fool. you choose*
also, my work bud Mark has been down lately. migraine headaches, depression, debt problems, car problems, he hates the stalag, you name it. he tells me the other day that he's always on the edge of crying. then, just after saying that, he starts gettin' choked up. I'm not sure how to help him? he wonders what his "purpose" is in life? I tell him my take on "purpose", being an atheist, and all. "we're just here, there is no 'purpose', we're born, we work, we pay taxes, and die...", but in the middle of my (what, at the moment, suddenly seemed like a cold take on life) rant, I noticed I wasn't being of any help. maybe someone of christian persuasion can give him a better answer
. then Saul sat down with us, we changed the subject to dogs...he has been a bit more upbeat now that I've swapped work spots with him, but man, that spiraling downward vibe is hard to deal with. my usual answer to one of his downer moments is "I wish I could help...but I don't know how". to which he usually doesn't respond. I hate seeing someone in such a rut! life is a struggle for everyone, but when one let's their emotions hopelessly drag themselves into the depths, into that perpetual dark cloud funk, it's bad. to end on a lighter note, we're told we may have another 2 day weekend off. I invite Mark to play golf Saturday. that seemed to cheer him up a tiny bit. he's better at golf than I am, but I'll kick his ass
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People who get in a rut seem to often be those who just let things happen to them. It requires action on their part to get out of a funk. It doesn't just happen.Ya gots to make time to make ones self happy, even if it's just a few little things here and there. Identify a few things that ain't going so well and take aim at them - a plan to overcome them. Once you're on the path to overcoming them, the ruts don't seem so deep. Suddenly you can see over the top of said ruts. It gets easier to breathe. Okay, sermon over. Atheist sermon, that is. And it's easier said than done. But maybe that gives you ideas for something to offer next time he hits you up. I don't know what to tell people who think there's supposed to be a purpose. That's all made-up stuff to avoid fear of the unknown. Or something.
@hoohah - hiya hooey! good advice! I guess I could draw from my own experience back when I was in panic mode, once I realized I was swimming in credit card debt up to my eyeballs, and had to ask my sis if I could live with her until I figured out a plan. those was most stressful days (...thanks sis, you were a bigger help than you know!). I got outside help from a credit counselor (this thread brought to you by Take Charge America, of whom did me right in setting me back toward a debt free-ish life), until, as you say, "those ruts don't seem so deep". I'll hit him up with your logic and see what's what from there. he did seem in better spirits today. he mentions that working on the assembly line (which will make you feel like you wrestled a damn bear after 8 hours in this gawd forsaken heat) has helped him sleep better (there's one problem solved). he's a fighter. I did offer the name of the credit counselor that helped me, but that was some time ago, back when he maybe didn't think he was ready for outside help. I'll ask again. I guess I just gotta be that friend that listens and opens up a little, instead of offering nothing more than "i don't know how to help" 'cause, what doesthat help? nothin'. thanx Hooey! you are wise man!
...oh, and I can already imagine your advice about Bambi Mittens missing me as a friend...RUN LIKE HELL!
I can't comment on the mittens situation. Speculate, sure, but comment, no. I don't know enough. I'm happy to read that you might find some value in my other comments! My only advice? Do what's happiest.
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