Entry Twenty One: A sad sight.

The request for help which I have been so desperately wanting, finally came. Today I was called out to go over and speak with a distressed, good hearted, old friend (Bobbi). She was troubled and going through quiet a lot.

I went over and we spoke at the kitchen table, she vented and I tried my best to listen. Looking back now, tonight, I failed horribly, I could have done so much more, I could have hugged her, cried with her, or at least been in some way more open. I damn the fact that I am so shy, and so afraid, such a coward.

What frustrates me more though, is this. We went over to see a good old friend (Jeremy Kats), someone I haven't seen sense high school, great and brilliant guy as I found out tonight. He probed a little deeper, with only a small amount of my assistance, together we found things that I never nor he ever could have assumed. Not horrific things but things which explain how her character and situation has shaped.

I discovered that through all the horrible relationships she has been in, and all the friends she has had, she has never been asked out on a real "date". What I mean by date is the classical sense, going out to a nice restaurant, or romantic movie. Being shown that she is worth something more then Fast food or casual company. It made my heart drop because it explains so much, and because I could have been that someone to fix it.

I desperately need more courage.