December 5, 2007

When Is Lunch? - Let's Go Out

continued from When Is Lunch? - The Next Meal

His mental health suffered a breakdown. His outlook for his life, and his family, become negative.

He felt like he was constantly working to improve his life, but loved ones in his life made comments he took as opposition to the things he now enjoyed. The person closest to him didn't share the same views anymore. He started spending more time alone.

His father's health deteriorated despite warnings from his doctors to change his habits and diet. His father aged very much in a short time, his health problems and later death did not surprise him. He didn't feel sadness, he felt relief. Later he felt guilt and shame that he couldn't shed a tear for only person from his childhood who showed love for him.

He became depressed. He wondered why he couldn't feel love anymore. It seemed people were being purposely contradictory towards him. His military career was coming to end. "Now what do I do?", he thought.

He wondered how old friends were doing. He started looking up old girlfriends. Even though they were military brats, scattered around the country, he found them. He wasn't confident enough to see them, for now he only wanted to connect with them, learn what their lifes were like. They were flattered, and assumed other intentions.

He started thinking about them too much ...........

to be continued ........

5 comments:

Nancy said...

Strangers or new people sometimes seem more interesting than the ones who are there and love us...

Unfortunately we may realize it a little too late....

niCk (Mem Beth) said...

Nancy - new or rekindle friendships are much more interesting than one that has stopped working.

Sometimes the reason it is not working is because we quit trying.

mad said...

Making and keeping friends is hard work. That's why I don't have any. I'm lazy that way.

niCk (Mem Beth) said...

Mad - Friends come in handy every once in a while. Mostly they are a nuisance that we must live with.

Mauigirl said...

I guess I'm an old softie, because I'm always the one to try to keep old friends. In fact, my oldest friend is from grade school and I haven't seen her in 25 years but we're still in touch thanks to e-mail!

Your story continues to intrigue!