I’m without words.

I give my all to ideas. I’m not the best nor will I ever be “the best”. I am good at this writing. I’m decent. Yet I speak of philosophy and I’m literally humiliated by silence.

I know about friendship. That’s not the way to treat a friend. Let that odd person fall on his or her own. Suddenly the people who you thought were unconditionally involved, act like you’re a total stranger.

I will not allow that behavior. There’s nothing virtuous about treating someone like they don’t matter in some way.

I feel very much abandoned. I guess the point is I can’t count on others to be someone who wants to help. I guess people aren’t really genuinely kind, charitable, merciful people. That’s so sad.