WHY CAN'T WE BE HAPPY

I have a friend who has a good job that she's bored with, a nice apartment all to herself, and good health. And she's so unhappy. I on the other hand can't find a decent job, can't find a moment to myself, and am in poor health. And also am unhappy. She doesn't have many friends, and doesn't date. I on the other hand have many friends, and even going for a taco last night got bugged by a guy wanting to buy me a drink. Why can't we be happy? Why can't she and I pull together our resources and give to the other what we need. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.

Even though she's my friend, she doesn't understand why guys are always around me, and they never give her the time of day. I've told her a million times that I'm nothing special, and it sure the hell ain't my looks. But if she wants to interact with men she has to open that mouth of hers! I sit and wonder why when she needed a place to live, not only did her church help her get one, but furnished it as well. Don't mean to be cruel, but she really is not the brightest bulb on the marque, and yet she lands a coding job with a medical billing company, and makes good money. She has an eating disorder and abuses her body, and yet is always healthy.

Why? We're both good women that could use a break. There is one big difference between us, and that is she is ready to give up, and I can't. Don't get me wrong, there are days when I'm so sick I do want to lay down and die, but I can never be like that for very long. And no matter how angry I get at life, I can never become bitter and say that I have NOTHING. I am weak and tired, and I might give out, but I don't think I can ever give in, and just can't give up.