I had a great weekend... it sometimes surprises me when I am so social and happy. Anyway, I am coming to the minor revelation that it takes more time and energy than I want to give up to nurse friends through imaginary problems, let alone myself; it's silly and counterproductive to dwell on things that don't matter and that you can't change anyway. Should I feel guilty about that? i guess I have a really strong natural desire to heal others, and I feel I am somehow failing my love for friends by being reluctant to work up tempestuous worry by proxy over some issue whose reverberations are obviously limited and long-run insignificant...
hmmmm.
hmmmm.