bloodpudding

After a few years of volunteer work I was asked to leave for expressing concern with what I perceived to be willful acts of neglect by a staff member. After an investigation I may or may not be welcomed back.
It's frustrating, of course. I'd come to accept a number of rejections earlier in life; a failed marriage, the loss of various jobs due to a personal inability to quite obsessing over details. (Curiously, OCD isn't one of my sanctioned justifications for living on disability).
Doesn't the very act of striving for humility entail some pride in the drive for personal growth? And the reward for sucess would be what, guilt?
In the past 20 years or so I've discovered I can't view my mind objectively, I need insight from people capable of both detachment and concern. You could argue that everything happens for a reason, or that nothing happens for a reason. Yet, boredom aside, you could never argue that nothing happens.
With that in mind I'll take advantage of the free time I now have to help someone I know move from Texas to Virginia and hopefully look up a few friends while I'm there.
Wish me well, please.