can relate to that whole thing about friends.
I usually always listen, comfort, help. I am almost always understanding.
Let me focus on the listening part: I have listened to SO many stories, about SO many things.
But when it's my turn to tell a story, I can tell that no one really cares or wants to hear it.
Well, a lot of times, I don't actually care or want to hear their stories, but I listen anyway. I try.
I often wonder how other people can be so damm self centered and oblivious to the path they cut through this world. And, more often, I wonder how people can think that their story or situation is so important or interesting or vexing or whatever that everyone will be interested in hearing about it and yet display such apathy when it is someone else's turn to vent?
This has been the source of a good bit of sadness in my lifetime. It's sort of like, "I care about you. Why don't you care about me in return?"
Or maybe to be more honest, "I pretend to care about you......."
I do not assume, by the way, that you are a pretender like I am. Just wanted to clarify that.