Oh, those salad days

I remember a time during our youth- when relationships were more about just having someone there, when all that crap was going down in our lives, the most importaint thing was to have someone who was there to listen to you for three hours plus on the telephone. Life was crap, and justifiably so: we were teenagers. Everyone, everything, including ourselves, body and mind, was out to get us. And so we needed someone else, a girl and slash or boy friend, someone we could garruntee would be there, any hour, to lend a sympathetic ear.

Now, we are supposed to be adults. Deal with anything because we all have full time jobs and shuffling paperwork and listning to people complain 24/7 means we are capable to handle anything.

Hah. Hah hah hah hah.