Well, today is a day that sort of puts me in the border between adolescence and adulthood.
I just found out my friend is cheating on me.
Going out with a new type or group of friends and ignoring my calls and e-mails
We were really good friends, we would girl talk all the time and we would tell each other everything.
Even things I didn’t really want to know.
Like when she had her first boyfriend, let’s call him “Lionel”. She told me everything she and Lionel did, like the kissing parts, the making out parts and how she felt when he did stuff to her.
I would go, “dude! Too much information! “ I didn’t want to know what turned her on. Ew!
But she would tell me that when I would have my first experience with a guy, she would listen to me like I listened to her.
Ha! Yeah that’ll happen.
In the year 2084
So we would just talk about guys and my errors and follies with them, and how I was and am a complete loser and she would talk about Lionel.
So I don’t know what happened, but I think she became an adult before any of us did when she got a job at this theatre. Now, she would just work constantly there with no breaks or she would give up going out to concerts or movies or events with me and the “group” just to work.
Then I hear nothing from her until months later telling me she’s broken up with “Lionel” and gone with a guy way beneath her named let’s say “Izzy”, and just being very negative even when I was sort of in a smitten state.
She was negative when “Izzy” was cyber cheating on her.
But dude, okay you feel pissed off but don’t try to take it out on anyone and if someone is sort of having a happy moment, try to enjoy their happiness and not say bad things about it.
I would. If I felt pissed off or whatever and my friend had just found some awesome guy in her life, I’d be happy for her and not try to wallow unless she wants me to talk about my gripes with a certain guy.
But then I discover via the web that she’s hanging out with her coworkers to dance clubs and to the Hollywood bowl and I try to email her wanting to know how she is doing and she doesn’t even bother to write back.
Is she becoming an adult faster than me and my friends? Is she doing adult things while I and my friends have seen the dark knight a combination of 12 times? Or gone to stake out the latest indie rockers?
I think our friendship is dead or slowly dying and I think the only one who can save it is her.
I doubt she is gonna save it.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Punching the vicious creature in the gut (pt.1)
Well this College Year, I sort of kicked the vicious creature in the balls and even though they probably hurt like hell when I did kick them, it only lasted for a few days because then the creature began to mock me. Mock me for being a loser for what I had done.
It all began in this new semester where I joined a class that I thought would be interesting knowing about a new culture I only vaguely knew. The class was a wreck with the professor going off-topic so many times; the professor never really taught us anything that we didn’t already know. With the professor arriving late all the time, the whole class formed a sort of bond, a bond for the dislike of the professor. We would talk about all the errors the teacher made, and the times the teacher’s short temper fuse would explode in our faces. That is where I met this guy, funny guy, always laughing; I don’t really want to give his real name so let’s call him something funny, I don’t know Tim, I always thought it was funny after I saw Tim the Sorcerer in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. No offense to all the Tim’s out there. So anyway, Tim was a funny guy, really made the class laugh and I don’t know at one point I talked to him and we talked about the professor, the class, Star Wars, and Indiana Jones. He was a normal looking fella, tall, I thought he was cute, didn’t like the hair or the tired eyes, but they went with his cuteness. Well he was extremely friendly, and if I can remember he organized some sort of museum trip one time and I joined giving him my number (never done that before) but when I went to go meet him and the other classmates, he was nowhere to be seen. When I went to class the next day, Tim hadn’t shown up and didn’t for two weeks. I asked the others and they didn’t go because the plan had scrapped.
When he did come back, I was sort of pissed at him, not looking in his direction, not looking at him when he made funny jokes and I think he got the message because I can remember him going near where I was sitting just to look at something someone had in my row. Also, it seemed odd one time when we had to give ideas about a project; he immediately said to write something about Indiana Jones in which he immediately looked at me. I went WTF? Or when the class was still going on about ideas for a project and he joked, “what about something on how cute I am?” He looked at me; I gave the nice smile but wondered were those curve balls for me? I can be a doofus sometimes, no, I am a doofus at times.
Well I don’t know when I started to like him, was it because he unbeknownst hid me with his height because I didn’t want this girl to see me? He wasn’t TALL tall but you know average guy height. But every time I did something concerning the class, I would think of him. So I don’t know when it happened but I theorize that it was a “crush of convenience”. I mean, he was there, I thought he was cute, let’s go with it. I mean I wasn’t head over heels for him, I was with painter dude, and I guess I regretted not ever telling him that so I thought, I’m not going to let this one get away. So I announced to my best friend that I would tell Tim that I liked him, and I didn’t care if It seemed like a feminist move or not. The Plan would be in Fate/God’s hands, there was to be a written examination and if Tim and I happen to finish at the same time, and we leave at the same time and are chatting away, I would do it, tell him I liked him. If not, no hard feelings for I only liked him out of convenience. Ahhh, God likes to do things differently and he did on that day, I was decked out in some great indie threads and I thought I’ll go in the room, he’ll see me all cool and maybe he’ll talk to me, like my jacket.
It all began in this new semester where I joined a class that I thought would be interesting knowing about a new culture I only vaguely knew. The class was a wreck with the professor going off-topic so many times; the professor never really taught us anything that we didn’t already know. With the professor arriving late all the time, the whole class formed a sort of bond, a bond for the dislike of the professor. We would talk about all the errors the teacher made, and the times the teacher’s short temper fuse would explode in our faces. That is where I met this guy, funny guy, always laughing; I don’t really want to give his real name so let’s call him something funny, I don’t know Tim, I always thought it was funny after I saw Tim the Sorcerer in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. No offense to all the Tim’s out there. So anyway, Tim was a funny guy, really made the class laugh and I don’t know at one point I talked to him and we talked about the professor, the class, Star Wars, and Indiana Jones. He was a normal looking fella, tall, I thought he was cute, didn’t like the hair or the tired eyes, but they went with his cuteness. Well he was extremely friendly, and if I can remember he organized some sort of museum trip one time and I joined giving him my number (never done that before) but when I went to go meet him and the other classmates, he was nowhere to be seen. When I went to class the next day, Tim hadn’t shown up and didn’t for two weeks. I asked the others and they didn’t go because the plan had scrapped.
When he did come back, I was sort of pissed at him, not looking in his direction, not looking at him when he made funny jokes and I think he got the message because I can remember him going near where I was sitting just to look at something someone had in my row. Also, it seemed odd one time when we had to give ideas about a project; he immediately said to write something about Indiana Jones in which he immediately looked at me. I went WTF? Or when the class was still going on about ideas for a project and he joked, “what about something on how cute I am?” He looked at me; I gave the nice smile but wondered were those curve balls for me? I can be a doofus sometimes, no, I am a doofus at times.
Well I don’t know when I started to like him, was it because he unbeknownst hid me with his height because I didn’t want this girl to see me? He wasn’t TALL tall but you know average guy height. But every time I did something concerning the class, I would think of him. So I don’t know when it happened but I theorize that it was a “crush of convenience”. I mean, he was there, I thought he was cute, let’s go with it. I mean I wasn’t head over heels for him, I was with painter dude, and I guess I regretted not ever telling him that so I thought, I’m not going to let this one get away. So I announced to my best friend that I would tell Tim that I liked him, and I didn’t care if It seemed like a feminist move or not. The Plan would be in Fate/God’s hands, there was to be a written examination and if Tim and I happen to finish at the same time, and we leave at the same time and are chatting away, I would do it, tell him I liked him. If not, no hard feelings for I only liked him out of convenience. Ahhh, God likes to do things differently and he did on that day, I was decked out in some great indie threads and I thought I’ll go in the room, he’ll see me all cool and maybe he’ll talk to me, like my jacket.
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