Ask me anything
If someone told me, straight up, blatantly, that they appreciated me. That they love and respect me. Just straight up. Because actions don’t always pass the message across that they should, or as loudly as they should. Sometimes I just want someone to at least attempt to do something nice for me straight. Like a massage. I love massages, and if someone asks me if I would mind, they always “forget” later down the road. For once. Just once. Someone. Please reciprocate.
Have I done my act of kindness? I wish I could do more. Money is only so finite. I feel like there is so much more I could do. Yet, criticism comes even when the right thing is trying to be done. Is that right? Yes, looking after number 1 is important, but what good is it to look after ones’ self when there’s nobody to share it with?
Do your good deeds today, for if tomorrow never comes, you will not have anything to regret.
“The only time you should look down on your fellow man, is when you’re helping him back to his feet”.
. I’m starting to come to terms with losing you. I considered you my first friend I made in Flagstaff, a good friend of mine. A generally true person. It’s going to be hard going back to school and knowing that you’ll never come over anymore. I’ll never hear that voice…i’ll never hear your ideas. I’ll never get anything of yours. And that will be hard. I’m not gonna lie…I’m afraid. I’m afraid of death. Not that it’ll take me…but that it’ll take any more of my friends. I’m afraid for the first time in my life.
I miss you, Josh Metzler. Rest in peace.
3-10-2011