Did you see the last episode of Seinfeld? The one where they ran out of things to say to each other? That's how I feel this morning.
I wanted to rail about an ignorant comment I got yesterday. I went to the blog of the person who left it and found a public/virtual/electronic suicide note. What on earth? Do I have a responsibility to contact the authorities? I have no clue who this person is or where they even are. But I feel like I am failing to do what I should do.
I think if you leave a suicide note on a blog - your computer should automatically disintegrate. You do not deserve to have a computer or a blog anymore. You make anyone who stumbles onto your blog a co-conspirator in your death. And you know what? THAT IS NOT OK.
I have been visiting the blog of a person who went to his first meeting last week. And then he went to a meeting on Saturday. He was hurt by some of the comments we left him. And he has not posted since. I was worried about him for a day or so. I am done now. Most drunks never sober up, and the big book tells us not to pursue them. Unfortunately, the fool under the hill found him and posted many insane comments. Oh well. The price of blogging.
Some days the world does not look like a nice place, and I am afraid this is one of them. I will go out and run and I bet by the time I have finished my 4 miles I will have a different attitude.