this is not a sad post

just a curious one.

so you know when you get angry or frustrated or confused and you need to talk about it? i get that way sometimes, and i know you do too. and it always feels SO much better when you've spewed whatever it is out, even if you've solved nothing, right? i like to be the person my friends feel like they can come to in those situations. and even though i may not give the best advice, i like to think i've got sympathetic ears, and shoulders built for leaning on. keep it coming. and don't apologize when you do. this is what friends are supposed to do for each other, and i'll be there for you (clapclapclapclap... "friends" theme song? anyone? no?).

so lately, i've had some things on my mind. and i wonder: now that my friends are really for real grown up with grown up problems, what do mine really matter? i mean, i feel better after a good spew just like anyone else. but after being on the receiving end of some spew-age, my shit seems kind of stupid. i'd feel almost guilty telling anyone what's bothering me after i've heard their woes. it'd be comparable to the following:

me: i stubbed my toe today.
friend: ugh that sucks. i got hit by a bus and no longer have the use of my arms or legs.
me: yikes. my toe kind of hurts.

see what i'm saying? it'd be selfish to unload my ridiculous worries on someone who's going through much more than me. i have no bottom line, and expect no sympathy. i'm just using the ol' blog to speak my piece, as i quite often do. this concludes my pity party. thanks for tuning in. :)

***editor's note: this is not in reference to ANYONE or ANY SITUATION in particular. i've been thinking about this for a while, so if we've recently talked about your troubles, worry not that i am complaining about you. i'm not complaining about anyone. for realsies. :)