When it comes to mood/social/emotional/mental disorders, I'm something of a hypochondriac. I'm just your average O.C.D.A.D.D.A.C.D.C.Scitso.Over-anxer.Nympho.Addictive-Personality like everyone else these days.
But codependent? That would be like finding out I'm a puppy kicker.
And yet I want to give someone some advice and since it's late and my brain has turned off for the night, I cannot for the life me figure out why. Why do I want to give this person advice.
They need it?
They asked for it?
I want a thank you?
I want someone's life to change for the better because of something I said?
I want to repair a friendship by changing the person so I can be friends with them again?
Heaven help me, I don't even want to touch this one with a *ten foot pole cat. Move on, Viv, move on. Let it go....
But I'm not a teenager anymore. Isn't it childish to be so petty about who I will or won't be friends with? Haven't I put childish things behind me? Isn't it me who's always telling myself I don't have time for nonsense from anyone, especially me?
Oh well, time for bed.
*Now THERE'S a scary thought!
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You crack me up! Advice from a friend is always welcome. BTW are you coming to the reunion Friday night? I'd love to see you!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know about it! Where is it?
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