Bar Stools and Bad Moods.

I know, the title makes me sound like an alcholic. But I spent this weekend thinking deeply about my relationships with those around me. I did most of this thinking, actually, on a bar stool in Auburn, California at one of the nicest homes I have seen in my entire life.

I began this thought process by thinking of by relationship with my best friend, Lindsay. Lindsay hasn't talked to me for a week for reasons unknown. When I began to blame Lindsay for this, for me not knowing what is wrong with her, I realized, Lindsay needs a friend just as much as I do. She can't only be the shoulder I cry on. I need to let her lay her thoughts and tears down sometimes too.

Now don't get me wrong, I am a good friend. I feel I am especially good friend to Lindsay, whom I immediately bonded with when we met. But sometimes I feel lost in my friendships. There needs to be a balance and I can never seem to find the equal ground.

More tommorow.
night.