Marlboro is the mythology major. Camel is the biologist. Now, we can continue to tell stories . . .
Marlboro is sick. She has a bum ticker. They're talking maybe surgery, maybe a pacemaker, maybe just more pills. So far, the pills are working, but who knows for how long?
And I think my life sucks. She's younger than me, and they're talking about giving her a pacemaker. I couldn't stand to be in her shoes. She, though, is a trooper. Keeping up her spirits, for the most part. More than I would expect, anyway. I'm proud to be her friend.
Camel has different problems. She's involved in a long-distance relationship. I'm talking different CONTINENTS, here. He'll eventually move back, I'm sure, but for now it's just making her miserable. She, too, is a trooper, and always has happy things to say. I'm honored she'll speak with me.
These are REAL problems. They're not in anybody's head. Also, they're great at "getting over it," and continuing on with their lives.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck. I can't "get over it." The Pills keep the "edge" off of my mental problems, but they still exist. It's still a struggle to get through a normal day, doing normal things.
What am I going to do? I need a Plan to Get Back To Reality.
Meanwhile, I'm also an expert at empathizing. So, my friends' problems are MY problems. And I can do nothing about them . . .
Anyway, that's all for now, voyeurs and voyeurettes.