My landlord apparently figured 9am was a great time to start using a chainsaw outside my window to cut down tree limbs. So, here I am. :)
I guess I'll stop my rambling about FC for a little while. The other day E decided to inform me that he's deeply in love with some internet 18-year-old in CA and I immediately knew that nothing good comes from telling others about your own weird love life. Weird love lives always end anyways, it's just awful for those around you for the short time period that it lasts.
For the record, I have been talking about FC a whole lot lately, but mainly on this blog, not to people's faces; also in my entire longwinded history of dating men not once can I recall ever actually trading in a friend for a boyfriend. Ever. Because if the romance is true, you don't need to trade in friends because well, you're getting married and need some time apart from hubby! And if the romance doesn't last, oops, guess who's all alone?
Yet time and time again I've been ditched by close friends for ephemeral, shallow relationships that usually revolved around sex, stupidity and self-destruction.
How can this be? Well, I guess I don't pick friends wisely people tell me. But how do you pick friends? Mainly they pick you.
Every time I tell myself in regards to a certain friend, "OK this is his/her last shot. If he/she ditches me for the next fling I'm gonna put my foot down and stand up for myself," I never follow through. In the end I guess I figure they'll learn their lesson, but as of yet no one has. Ah well, what did I expect? Fairness? When I start thinking I'm entitled to fairness, I either read the Passion accounts in the Gospel, or talk to an innocent man on death row, and I'm completey cured of my arrogance.