is comparing myself to other ex friends that I used to have that go camping, competing, riding, they are all social with one another..... and I am alone trying to get along with a mustang... ugh.. I keep telling myself that he'll be my friend someday. Every day we have to start at ground zero... I go through spurts where I just want to go like they do, they make it look so easy..... I guess jealousy and envy can lead to depression....
when Oliver knickers and Toby whinnies it takes some of the grumpies away.... but I have so much more to live through....