My life, despite popular opinion, is not all peaches. Just because I never crib about it here doesn't mean there aren't enough problems running through my head. As a person, I don't normally express the most depressing thoughts in my head. Maybe that's just my way of ostriching--putting my head into the sand, hiding away from my problems.

This doesn't mean, though, that I have no problems to deal with or that somehow your problems are more significant or important. I don't use my problems to excuse my behavior, ignorance or general stupidity. Maybe I'm expecting too much when I think everyone else will do the same. When was the last time I ever told you that I've been too busy and involved in my own life to hear out your problems or talk about what's bothering you? When have I ever been so absorbed in my own existence that I forget that you might also have issues you're dealing with? Have I ever poured out my heart to you and not understood when you had something on yours?!

Excuse me for being indignant!