i am a flippin emotional sponge.
a person i barely know,
but who's blog i read recently
lost a friend.
i'm not positive, but this person i know can't be over 30.
she is a brilliant, funny, irreverant writer and
i find myself at her writing daily.
She writes about her kids,
Recently she has been writing about a friend who died.
Her friend was a mother.
Sounds like she was funny, sharp and kind.
she was also an addict.
The person I barely know
wrote of how it was hard to see her friend
out of control.
How she longed for some way to connect, to effect, to inspire
her friend to change.
A week or so ago she died.
Alcohol and perscriptions.
I didn't know this woman. Why should I care?
I don't know.
maybe it's my unbearably annoying empathy
cramps my fun loving style sometimes.
people are in pain. hurting. dying. crying. desparate. alone.
Whether they are the ones causing it, or the ones watching it.
It's going on
and it breaks my heart.
and yet, I'm perplexed.
while all of this pain and crap is going on right now...
Joy is also happening.
right now, I don't feel it, but I know somewhere... it is.
Every fucking thing possible
is happening right now.
How dizzying is that?
Feeling for this woman I barely know.
for the people who loved the woman I didn't know.
For all of us.
its shit and pain....
despite the joys....