Ah, the weekend. My three days of no news. And what a weekend it was. I don't want to get into the area of news. Too much for me to sob about, not enough of me to sob again.
Went down to Rhode Island and visited my buddy Kurt. Went out on his boat and enjoyed a bit of fishing, and mainly just hung out on the water, enjoyed the rock of the boat, and just conversation. Then we went back to his place he just bought, and hung out. Great time. Then I came back to Boston on Monday morning, and just vegged out.
I'm on the verge of a bit of strong depression. I get down now and then, but not depressed. So many factors in this swirling world of chaos. The little things are what break me. I can deal with most things that hurt me, I can enjoy my release through righteous anger, but the small things, the ones that don't deserve the strong angry response, they are the ones that eventually cause me the most pain.
Walking through Boston lately, I am so disheartened by the number of homeless that seem to be growing almost daily. Last week I decided to count how many I passed on the way to the office. A staggering 29 people I passed were sleeping, with all their worldly possessions, on benches, grass, covered areas and the sidewalk. Many of these people are clearly new to being homeless. You can tell by the way they are dressed, the items they still own, the places that they sleep. And we weren't even hit by a hurricane.
Alright, I'm done, before I go on and discuss what I don't want to dwell upon.
-Aaron
Went down to Rhode Island and visited my buddy Kurt. Went out on his boat and enjoyed a bit of fishing, and mainly just hung out on the water, enjoyed the rock of the boat, and just conversation. Then we went back to his place he just bought, and hung out. Great time. Then I came back to Boston on Monday morning, and just vegged out.
I'm on the verge of a bit of strong depression. I get down now and then, but not depressed. So many factors in this swirling world of chaos. The little things are what break me. I can deal with most things that hurt me, I can enjoy my release through righteous anger, but the small things, the ones that don't deserve the strong angry response, they are the ones that eventually cause me the most pain.
Walking through Boston lately, I am so disheartened by the number of homeless that seem to be growing almost daily. Last week I decided to count how many I passed on the way to the office. A staggering 29 people I passed were sleeping, with all their worldly possessions, on benches, grass, covered areas and the sidewalk. Many of these people are clearly new to being homeless. You can tell by the way they are dressed, the items they still own, the places that they sleep. And we weren't even hit by a hurricane.
Alright, I'm done, before I go on and discuss what I don't want to dwell upon.
-Aaron