So true what JT says, Troubled. Now for story time.
About 3 years ago, while I was still very much a believer, I was going thru the hard combination of depression and the end of my marriage. Which came first is a little unclear right now. One evening as I was working alone towards the far end of the studio, realizing human contact would be a bit embarrasing at the moment, due to the fact that Natalie Merchants "My beloved wife" was playing, one of the other (worldly) guys who works with me hollered, "goodbye" as he was headed home. Between seeing my back heave a bit, and the strain in my reply, he took a moment to peek around at me. He promptly went to the stereo, shut if off, came over to me and hugged me as I wept, saying, "you fuckin' moron, you can't be listening to THAT right now", or substance thereof.
All the elders, and several other men in my congregation knew about my circumstances. None of them used the word "fuckin'" in their speach to me, but then again, none of them hugged me either. I kinda got the frickin' feelin' that that friggin' worldly person (and several others) freakin' cared about my fuckin' feelin's. Encouragement from my "brothers" was almost nonexistant, and follow up "how are YOU's" with genuine interest was totally nonexistant.
But, they don't curse, so that is something. Not much, if you really need support, but something. Perhaps in Witness eulogies, they can start saying that: "he didn't curse much". Make it more personal.
I digress. The moral of the story; Don't listen to Natalie Merchant when you are depressed, and don't keep thinking you are alone. There are 6 billion people out there, only about 6 million of them don't want to be a part of the circle of life.
"Im'a be a freakin' papist in a John Paul mask" the Real Slim Sixy