Lately I've been having trouble telling the difference between being self-absorbed and being genuinely concerned about my well-being. Where does the line get drawn? It'd be nice to know for sure. Being fickle about this isn't fun.

I've come to a point where I am wondering if I should leave it to fate, or actively try wade through muck. But really, should I be thinking about this at all?

I just saw a post on facebook on children whose bodies are fed drugs or alcohol so that they are always asleep while some strangers carry them around and beg ppl for money. Horrible, yet not unbelievable.  It takes a special brand of evil to carry out such acts, karma in action or not. How is something like this justified?

Such things really put my problems into perspective. There are mothers out there whose kids are missing, whose kids are being sold for sex, or are dead after their innocence and bodies have been exploited. There are fathers whose kids they cannot dream of seeing again. Parents who sell their children for money. Children being kidnapped for ransom, and eventually killed. Young people growing up to think that life is only to be endured, and nothing else. And me, a grown woman, mulling over my worries which 'trivial' doesn't even begin to describe, in comparison. A grown woman with a job, a house to live in, a good family, and a fully-functional body, and an internet connection. Wtf, right?

So I'll appreciate my blessings. Let go of worries, one by one. Distance myself from negativity.

Can't be difficult. 

accidental love and train crashes.

I think I'm gone.

In the train now, seated right opposite a couple that my ex and I knew. Level of awkwardness has hit the skies. I actually gave this woman my brownie recipe, and got medical insurance from her. And now I'm invisible. Sigh.

Isn't it odd how things work? I never did her any harm. And it's not like she was my ex's best friend. Heck, one of my ex's best friends and I are still on wonderful terms. And here's this lady, acting like I killed her cat.

How is it that you make enemies while you right your life? My ex obviously didn't/doesn't appreciate the break up, but I saved him a lot of unhappiness, tho he can't thank me for it since I was pretty stupid before. I had the misfortune of being the first one to know we wouldn't work out, that's all.

Ah well. Life.

Found a job! If you had wished me lots of luck like I asked you to, thank you. Please leave your name. I'll light a candle for you, and buy a pack of tissue in your name from the tissue aunty at the train station.

I'll be a legal secretary for the first time. Am pretty excited, in a happy, yet nervous way. My wardrobe might be a problem, though. I don't have much serious-looking office clothes. Hopefully, the dressing culture at this law firm is pretty relaxed. I've seen firms where their staff wear jeans. *crosses fingers*

Now, got to pick out my outfit for tomorrow and gauge the level of serious hurt my heels might do to my feet. Will be going to sleep with milk-soaked paper towels on my eyes!