Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives - A. Sachs

Looking back, 2007 was not necessarily the best year on record for me. Granted, I didn’t have any really big, traumatic events and for that I’m grateful, but in other ways I really failed to make personal progress on some things I wanted to change. As often seems to be the case, it leaves me standing at a crossroads of sorts as a new year thunders in. And I’m torn about which direction to take. The road that is safe and comfortable? Or the dark, twisty path that barely appears as a smudge on my crumpled and worn map?

Is it me, or are drivers on our nations highways becoming an increasingly surly lot? I realize I’m spoiled by the fact I don’t commute on a regular basis. However, I’ve had to do more driving for a variety of reasons lately and it sure seems like my fellow drivers are less courteous than ever before.

People seldom believe me when I tell them this, but I really, *really* have a strong anti-social streak. Generally, individual people are fine. And certainly, once I’ve gotten to know someone a little I become more comfortable with them. But people in large numbers, or strangers? They freak me out. It’s why I can never run for office, I would wreak havoc on the faceless masses.

You know, the cumulative pressures of the last week or so are really weighing me down. Harshing my Zen. Bumming me out. *sigh* I think the biggest problem is that a couple of events have left me with the realization that a significant number of the people I’ve been counting as friends really only care about me when I’m useful to them.