Pick Me Up

So I'm still pretty sporadic with the whole idea of blogging. I never think to do it when I'm at the computer, when I'm church though... or at work... or walking the dog. All of those times I really wish I could Blog about all the insanity in my life. Anywho, this blog is inspired by my incessant need to be "picked up" the last few days. 

   I'm typically a pretty well pulled together person, who helps other people when they're down. Recently, I've been this whiny, anxious, pessimistic person. I have this one friend who always tells me it's okay that I can't handle everything without having someone to talk to. It's really amazing of her, because she truly listens. We superficially appear to be from different worlds, and  I understand she and I don't seem likely friends. For whatever reason, I know that she understands who I am; who I really am. She seems to understand, as though she's been there. It's strange because I whole heartedly trust her. I don't know if it's made me happier and more tolerable or if it's made me utterly weak. Honestly, I guess I know that it's both. 

   Goodnight. Is weak bad?

Next Time: Church. Never felt further from God.