I often expect people to be able to read my mind. It may be irrational, but it is what it is. I always feel such empathy for others that I expect the same in return.

Last week, my Papa died. It was the worst week of my life. I have never, in all of my life, felt as alone as I did then. Friends and unrelated-to-Papa family offered no support or comfort, despite multiple facebook statuses and a blog post describing what happened and offering up the bit of information that I most definitely was NOT okay.

And still, I was alone. It fully hit me when I was driving from the hospital at 3am and had no one I thought I could wake from slumber.

I stewed for a week on this events.

And I decided, fuck everybody.

If they can't be bothered to comfort me in my time of need, then perhaps I can't be bothered to post updates for everybody.

But then I realized I was angry at people for not paying attention to facebook and not reading my mind.

And that's just plain stupid.