Sometimes helping others just sucks

Fuck, I just spent too much time with someone who wanted to complain and that’s all. It didn’t matter what I said, or advice offered.  Once they started calling me names I got a little passive aggressive.  That’s not something I’m proud of.

We had a five-minute argument over them wanting help.  They refused to admit they were asking for my help.  The last fifteen minutes was me just being shit on about being a terrible friend, not being there for them, and other ludicrous notions.

There is one or two of these people a year who wander into my life.  Somedays they make me want to quit helping, and make me hate people.  I want to say I’m done, but that’s never the case.

I’m back using Twitter.  I went through the three stages of Twitter users.
1. Sign up and enjoy it
2. Stop using it for a period
3. Come back for “just one” thing and end up loving Twitter

Lunch was good with my Mom and her husband today.  We wound up going to an Azian place.  The food wasn’t that good, but the conversation went well.  Even when they started picking my brain about politics.

We disagree a lot, and for some reason, I don’t understand why they take what I say more seriously given my previous life.  It’s not as if I’m just randomly spouting off crazy shit.
1. I have experience in geopolitics
2. I still read source documents

Speaking of which, my document fairy has sent me the next batch of unsealed LV warrants and investigation notes – time to go read 488 pages and see what else has been left out of the official story.  The first 300 plus pages proved SP had help, and there were multiple shooters, not including the other operation that was apparently happening at the same time.

I’m so glad OD2 came back when it did.  I’ll be able to look back at this moment in history as a significant turning point.

Future proves past