I’m angry with myself. I promised a friend I would meet them for dinner tonight and forgot. I feel absolutely awful about it. Why can’t I forget the small, mundane things and remember those that are so important?
Maybe the way I feel about the whole situation at present could be considered as angry… but it’s more like frustrated. I know I’m vague, but I’m not going to spill everything out here. The thing is that I’ve realized I’m too involved. I should have seen things coming to this point, but I didn’t. I feel like the Lord is telling me that now is the time when I have to step away. If situations which don’t concern me at all (at least they didn’t until recently) still have the ability to be on my mind and make me frustrated and absent-minded enough to forget things I have made a commitment to, then it’s time to back out. I want to continue being a friend – a comfort (even though I feel that what I consider to be the comforting part of my personality is making things complicated at the moment), but I have decided that I shouldn’t give any more advice. I’ve done all that I can.
I know I’m cryptic. If you wanted to get the full scope of things you would have to read my journal, which you could, but then I would have to kill you.
Random fact: when I wear the hood up on my winter jacket and fasten it with the velcro things, my shadow looks like ET. (If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.)
