His words play back in my mind.
It was such an odd situation that I can't help but play it over and over again in my head.
My moral compass doesn't always point due North, so I try not to judge anyone.
But, dammit, some people don't make it easy for me when they behave the way they do.
I'm not sure what the purpose of the visit was for.
All our friends just seem to appear on or doorstep.
I don't necessarily mind, there's an open door policy we live by.
Was it to brag about his newfound wealth or the fact he was on his way to a booty call that his wife didn't know about?
What sits with me is the fact he's not happy. He's just living and there's no purpose.
What I learned from this conversation is that while money can buy lots of things in this world, it certainly cannot buy happiness.
