“Look at this place,” says the adult in the room.  “You should spend a few days clearing out 80% of this crap and then hire a maid.  You’d feel much better about things.”   

No argument here, although should is a tricky word, in our experience.

” ‘in our experience?’  Who are we, Hugh Hefner?”

“Building an organization, yo,” says I.

“Says you?” you say.

I can complain about the feeling of the walls closing in, but who am I actually complaining to?  And how would they be able to stop this process?

It’s clearly a matter of remaining healthy and staying positive.  Two good things.  

You’re better off laughing with friends than rattling a keyboard, unless you’re getting paid to rattle the keys and your friends are laughing at you instead of with you.

“They’re not laughing with you, they’re laughing AT YOU,” more than one clever teacher has told the class clown, in an adult version of “I know you are but what am I?”

Suppose there was something you could take that would lift the veil of care from your brow, let you relax and be creative?   You know, half of the magic of creativity is relaxing, getting lost in play.   I feel a trick coming on here….  

No, really, it’s a matter of choosing your poison.

“Oh, what’s the matter?  A friend thoughtlessly hurt your feelings and now acts like nothing happened?”

I’m not worried about that.  Any one of my friends can be counted on to attack any other of my friends.  “What do you expect from X?   He/she has no empathy, ridiculous to expect it.  I mean, really…” complete with full-color illustrations.  It’s uncanny how helpful most of them are in that particular situation.  Each one can so clearly see the monstrousness of the others, it’s really cool.

“Where does that leave us?” we ask, not anywhere near convinced that it is really cool.

“Who should I say is asking?” you ask.