At work today someone told me I should work at DisneyWorld and give people tours -- something about my being very friendly and gift-of-gabbish. Weird. . .
One of my friends (an older friend -- who has two kids, one of them fairly close to me in age) talked to me today -- for a really long time. She unloaded all her feelings of uncertainty and betrayal and worry for her kids. She told me of her hopes and fears. It was surprising to me, in a way. For some reason, I sort of assumed that "adults" didn't get problems -- that once past school, things just didn't worry one, that if there was no term paper to stress out about, everything else would be hunky dory. For some reason, I never realized that problems just get deeper, more personal, more important -- because they deal more and more with taking care of the people you love the most.
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