Empathy

I’ve got to get up early in the morning. Softball practice around the corner from where I just left. My close friends live there and yet I’m not invited to stay, over for a few hours. So I drive 30 minutes back here and I drive 30 minutes back there in the morning just a few hours from now. Wasting time that I could be sleeping. Wasting gas and putting wear and tear on the car. That’s what my friends what let me do. They all have extra rooms in and extra beds. Maybe I just don’t understand how it makes sense to them, but it doesn’t make any sense to me. Somehow that does not fit my definition of a friend. But those are the people who call themselves friends today. People just don’t seem to want to give or share or care, at least not how I define it or do it. That makes me sad.Maybe I am just more sensitive than well, more sensitive than I should be? That seems to be excusing insensitivity to me. I could be wrong. Still, I wouldm't let a friend lose sleep just to come play with me, not when I have the space to share. I don’t know how to love less. To care less. To give less. To share less. Less than that seems cruel to me. And I will not do it. So if I am more sensitive than I should be, then I am. I would not be happy being any other way.