As I attempt to reach out to old friends I find it difficult to get in touch with them. Everyone claims to be so busy. It makes me wonder just what the hell they are doing that is so important. I look at my life and find myself unable to label myself as “busy”.
Yes, I do stuff but none of it is so important that I don’t have time for other people. I like to keep my life simple and it boggles my mind to see other people running around like Raspberry Crazy Ants on a hot Texas summer sidewalk. What are they doing and why are they doing it?
I wonder if I should feel sorry for them or for myself. Are they screwed up or am I? I can’t tell.