I have good friends. Friends I can count on. Friends I can depend on. Not all of them, but enough that it makes all the shit a little easier to swallow. I fear I lost one, or am losing one. For a guy who doesn't have a lot of friends to begin with, that makes things kind of scary.
When do you give up, though? When do you stop trying? When do you just unlock the cage and let the tigers eat you? I don't know, but I think I got a little closer to the answer today.
Three good talks with three good friends. Friends who I am sure are tired of listening, but do it anyway. Things were put into perspective. Ducks laid out. But when the talking stops, the empty starts to creep in. It's uncomfortable.
I remain ... unsettled.