...at least for someone who is observing from outside, and could walk away when it gets too disturbing.
But it's happening to me, damnit, and I'm stuck with it.
Today could only have been worse if some drug-crazed gangbanger had chosen me as a good target for a drive-by. Wait...that wouldn't have been so bad. It would have cured my constant headache and other somewhat frightening signs of my body's distaste for a steady stream of disasters, large and small.
Having gotten this far, I now realize I can't describe any of what's been going on. Let's just say it has been more than I can deal with.
It's strange: people come to me for advice and help, both in work and personal situations. Each is immersed in their own moment of need when they tap me for aid. They don't know I can't even help me.
I'm the one who needs a shoulder to lean on, a pair of sympathetic ears and advice. I'm the one who needs to simply give in to the pressure, at least for a while, and be told that all the greedheads and creeps who are shooting at me right now can be overcome.
No one here like that, Jim.
I have a feeling God isn't hearing my prayers this week. Maybe that's because I'm the one asking for help this time.
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