It's been a while once again, hasn't it?

Faithful readers, new readers, come-and-gone readers:

Hello.

It's been a while, and for once I can't really blame it on being too busy.  Well, not all the time.  In fact, since my work period ended with Smart Planters in October, I've mostly been home, cleaning up house as I go along, watching TV (couch potatoing), finishing my assignments for class (one of which I completely couldn't do at all - numerous reasons) and generally waiting for my "turn" at the PC.

Yes, you read that right.  My PC's monitor connection on the back of the box has been non-functional, but since the network cable's always been those last two metres too short to connect me to the World Wide Web, it hasn't bothered me until now.  So, yes the thing switches on, but there's no power from the box to the monitor.  I can't even put any porn on my PC!  depressing!

In conversation today a few things came up, and one of those was diseases.  It's a totally random thing to switch over to, but I felt I had to post about it.  We tend to take for granted that our partners are safe (Goddes be thanked J is!) and have complete confidence that it can't happen to us.  Well, too many of us, anyway.  But it can, and it does.  K and I had it in conversation today and two very good friends of mine have both gotten hurt because of something happening - a third friend was raped and almost picked it up as well.  I know, "disease" and "picked up" are not very nice ways of putting it, but it's weighing so heavily on my mind I can't pull together the brain power to put it nicely.  It's made life difficult for so many people out there that I don't think we can actually keep up with the actual number.  And I'm not the only one with friends who've been hurt through picking something up - we all have at least one friend with something they don't share with the rest of the world.  I feel we can get over our own fear and closed-mindedness to offer at the very least some kind of support.  I will not lie, I can't get myself to help at a shelter, and my reasons are simple:  I don't have a strong enough heart for it.  It really is as simple as that.  I see the people who work with the elderly and with the bruised and battered animals brought into the animal shelters - there's so little care left in their hearts that they come across as incredibly hard-handed, and I never want to become like that.

UGH!!

Of that topic.  I'll talk about it some more another time.