My unhappiest friends seem to have a big failing in common. They don't
take care of themselves. Maybe that's the source of their unhappiness.
They're neglectful. Not necessarily of others. But of themselves. They
don't take adequate time to indulge themselves. To savor the pleasures
of life. They run themselves ragged. Rarely taking vacations or time
off. For the sake of rejuvenation. They are the most difficult friends
to be around. They tend to be ornery. But I don't let that bother me. I
still try to act friendly. Which is relatively easy. Because I take
care of myself. And that puts me in a good mood. Most of the time. --Jim Broede
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