I wish I could say the same of others.
Ericson's life appears to be going to pot faster than Limbaugh out of rehab, and I can't help but feel largely responsible. If I was in deep shit, Ericson would always do his best to help me out, and I would always try my best to do the same. Now, 3000 miles away, that isn't easy, let alone possible. McWang insists that Ericson appears to be taking my absence much harder than he let on. Now, I think it's also worth pointing out that Wang insisted upon a route which set me behind nearly two hours when I had first set out, but, who knows...
And then there's the issue of Wang, who's apparently been filling in on some of my traditional roles since I left. Wang's the kind of guy who can't say no, and he'll help out others even if it hurts him. A lot. Said hurt has been coming from helping out both Ericson and my sister, and this is a shame...
And then there's my sister, who writes on and on about how much she misses me, yet refuses to talk to me. I try to get her on the phone, she says she's busy. She's blocked my screen names. I can't get in touch with her at all, and, god damn it, I don't want things to be like this.
Then there's Erik, of course, who's bored shitless because I'm not around, or, at least, who gives off that vibe whenever I get in touch with him. With people from Radnor going every which way and becoming increasingly difficult to get ahold of, I sort of became the one person there who he could reach with any consistency, but, o ho, no more...
I can not emphasize enough, by the way, how much I wish to get in touch with my sister, and how much it hurts that I can not do so.
Ugh.
But enough of this should have, would have, could have.
I've got enough to focus on with the should do, will do, could do...