Cheer up please? It never is nice to see you sad. Or anyone else for that matter.

At least, that's what I feel. After coming out, after rising out of the depths of isolation, I have come to realise that an unhappy person is something that we should always try to help, try to change. Ive had my own share of upsets, stress, irritations, pissoffs and the like, but I guess after I felt the touch of a helping hand, that I've come to want to help those who are sad.

Maybe it's just me. I just hate seeing others wallowing in their misery and suffering. It doesn't mean that I'm intending to be a psychiatrist/shrink as a profession, or the such, I just want to help people. I don't mean it in a volunteerism, "Oh I'm so enthusiastic about CIP!" kind of thing, but more like it's just the uncomfortability of someone near you, someone who talks to you who is just not feeling fine.

Call me weak, call me wimpy. I get affected by the people around me a lot. On one hand, I guess I could just try to ignore it. But I'd much rather get down to it, try to persuade the person to share, and try to liven their spirits. I might not be much of a good talker, I might shoot my mouth off at times, but I guess I wouldn't mind bearing the brunt of someone's pent up anger rather than seeing them hold it in.

Please, don't be sad. You know I'm always here.