Friends in crisis

Me and my best pal have been discussing some of our friends in the pub.

- Jake: last weekend guzzled 15 pills, 2 grams of coke, plus the usual civil drugs. Still having panic attacks.
- Sarah: in tears all week, rages, random disappearances
- Mark: gambling addiction, weed addiction
- Laurie: Trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Stav: No trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Julian: Brain completely gone - drugs
- Steven: lonely
- Joe: depressed
- Dom: lonely, depressed
- Richard: dead - cause unknown

(Names changed.)

I think a modern westerner's happiness rests on three pillars: good friends, an OK occupation/preoccupation and the love of another.

Going through this list of embattled 20-somethings, almost none have (or had, in one case) all three things. Few even have two - surely the minimum long-term requirement. Most just have one, and you can't get by on that forever.

In other news, as they say, I just got an email from a multi-layered girl with whom I've had a strange friendship for the past year or so. It was in verse.

Time for bed.