A local friend/acquaintance is a US Army combat vet like me. Lately he's been posting a lot of weird, depressing and potentially suicidal discussions on Facebook. I finally reached out to him and offered to take him to lunch. We made arrangements to meet at my off-grid cabin. Just the two of us. I'd provide all the food, drinks and bonfire. We can sit an bullshit.
One hour prior, he calls and says he can't make it with the most ridiculous excuse possible. I graciously accept the "rain check".
Back on Facebook, he's pulling the same shit. I'm beginning to think it's just a cry for attention. I'm all about helping the "wounded warrior" but at some point, it's not my responsibility. It's his. Fuck him.
One hour prior, he calls and says he can't make it with the most ridiculous excuse possible. I graciously accept the "rain check".
Back on Facebook, he's pulling the same shit. I'm beginning to think it's just a cry for attention. I'm all about helping the "wounded warrior" but at some point, it's not my responsibility. It's his. Fuck him.
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