Well… the weekend is about to begin. It’ll be a tough one. I don’t really handle the whole funeral thing well. Not that anyone really likes them. But I find it especially difficult to be in a room with so much sadness. I tend to absorb the mood of a room, no matter where I am. If most of the people in a room are stressed, I absorb the stress, even if I don’t know what the stress is about. So funerals really really drain me emotionally. I can have my own emotions under control, but when confronted with a room full of grieving people, it’s much much harder to handle. I either break down, or I shut down. I don’t really find the closure that people talk about feeling after a funeral. But I go anyway. Why? I guess to support my friends. And I guess, as much as I hate it, I have to go and feel it. I have to walk into that sad room and soak up the grief. At least then, I know I’ve felt something.