Coming back from an injury which doctors had said would leave me a bed-ridden veggie the rest of my life; it's hard for me to believe that I don't have more friends. I have some, but they do their best to avoid me most of the time. (Okay, so I'm a little bit 'weird,' a little bit 'domineering,' whatever.)

I understand that I can be a little bit depressing ... having to feel some of the after-effects of that 'near'-death (I actually did 'die,' but I didn't stay dead ... people who believe your body is 'irresurrectional' [?] when you're dead have a hard time understanding that, so I "have" to say 'near'-death.)

But, having been through that, I've associated myself with Saint Jude, the Hope of the Hopeless---I just 'do what I do' (which I know is right, because wrong [dying, wasting stuff, killing stuff] would be stupid) and invite the Hopeless to join me.