An irony, unobserved

Some friends visited today. Good friends. Old friends. I had news to share. For the first time in quite a while, I had REAL news. But they started to talk about their lives. Depressingly. They are not satisfied with their lives. They seem to be unwilling or unable to acknowledge the disconnect they are experiencing between their own lack of action and the lack of worthwhile success they desire. Now, I'm no expert at this either, only having recently begun to understand that in order to be anything, one must do something, but even I found the path of this conversation debilitating to my spirit.
I wanted to share my news, that I was starting a new job, potentially a much refreshed life, on Monday... But I couldn't. There was no way to inject optimism into this exchange and all I could do was sit and mostly listen. Quietly, I pitied the denial of our choices. I secretly know the cause of our apathy, our stagntion. But I couldn't talk about that either.

Potentially, I do have reason for some optimism. I'll be interested to see where I choose to be in another six months. I have to start DOING something.

I make word thoughts from my head lump using my pants compooter.