FRIENDSHIP (or second parts have never been good)
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a Sunday, February 14, 2010
Nikki Sixx Hat Carnival Of Sins
I get home, I feel strange. In a good mood but ... blah, it's that kind of emotions and difficult to explain how I find most telling is how I did not feel: happy. Then come to the blog and look what I wrote two years ago about as damned day. Oh, everything is so different today . Is it sad? "Foreseeable? Natural "?. As I reread what I called the star of this post. "I can not go to lunch with you tomorrow, is that my boss's birthday and we will go with it." He replied that no problem, another day will be, but in reality does not interest me much. Since December has been postponed this meeting. "Is that just today I was going to buy Christmas gifts with my co-workers at the mall." "It's that ...". Pff . Sniff .
In the bottom of the post I wrote the names of all my friends with white font (such as little secret, hi hi). Today I check y. .. Úchalas , and not what they were. Many of them represent only a smudge of ink-and over, "White Ink" - a familiar face blured anecdotes. Others and not even should be on that list. I do not mean those who deserve given the chronological arrangement and place but do not know much of their lives.
Well, well, gossip.
To my friends from high school is perfectly normal that you no longer see them. One lives in the province-not even remember the place, another is a doctor tormented and whiners that despite living in De Efe never been allowed to see, by anyone, "is that the clinic, the clinic," others I lost track. One of them sent me an interesting mail a few weeks ago, the title "Fulanita News." He tells me that is currently in Oaxaca - ah, she is also doctor, suffers because it is near her husband she married at 22 -, tells me about his younger brother in Europe, plans hijísticos future. I appreciated that I send the mail , especially since he told me that hardly enters internet. What I was stunned to get a "I love you" at the end. Even I have not replied. What do I tell someone in six lines as last time I saw was almost 5 years at your wedding?.
Thereafter my friends have a greater presence in my life. But "the road leads through different paths," and anything goes mothers. Sometimes I sack to go with my friends -college preparation pooooorqueeeeee :
There is a parade of triumphs and talks where all is perfection, as if years of coexistence and trust had been thrown down the drain. Puritita The measure of success. I know that while I was running out a fifth, had gangrenous leg and my cat had urinated on me-and gangrene, "say they are not in those gatherings. EVER. And perhaps in no other way.
And is horrendous, ridiculous, which many of them that change in attitude, mentality or whatever you call it your ailment marital status-sentimental (just like the protagonist of that post). And no, I do not speak from any kind of envy. Believe . Comprobadísimo is that couples have less time to ... whatever. The single move the world. Well, NO. But we have more time to go out, drink, learn, travel. * Availability *. So when I meet someone married-rigged can go without his whip, when talk of his life be divorced from life as a couple, I would stand and applaud the wonderful independence of a healthy relationship and without attachments psychopaths and miserable. Overall, I say sadly because I am an idealist, because most couples I know are a product of:
A) Only with my loneliness .- understood my despair is such that I'm with him / it because two days with me / to him / herself are insufferable. Side effect 1: potential suicide if the relationship ends. Side Effect 2: read the clause C.
B) I'm emotionally weak .- translate as: I need someone to can be constantly complaining, crying, talking, my moral support, emotional, spiritual, but in excess. "Ah, love." My most faithful receptacle complaints, fears and frustrations. Syndrome princess in the tower (rescan-to-tame). I lost two friends as well.
C) I was drunk at a party ay .- In this call "I do not know how I got here ." It's when a dazed / a tangled ends / in a relationship without knowing how. "I swear to God I will never walk with him / her, just is a free ." I say weeks later: "It appears that he / she was more ready to." The side effects of this subsection are somewhat cruel. Never know how to get out of there either.
D) The credit card Ps .- puritito the interest-any interest applies. This is dangerous, disguises himself as an intense infatuation. Do not confuse the natural admiration "I'm going to use as a crutch / bench / stairs / trophy." And I mention the admiration because I essential ingredient for that of the cupid .
E) Hormone kills EVERYTHING. "It's just that I can not take." add subsections as E.1. "No one wants to take me E.2." I have not caught with anyone else in life and I settled here E.3 .- I can not really pick up and my free 's not enough for me (and this couple is the only one that looks the other way).
grooms are also nice and beautiful stories that are less cores and little criticism. So sometimes I wonder how valid (or difficult) is to find a "special person" and throw it all away, change your world completely and cuasiexclusivamente share life with her. I can only think it must be someone wonderful, indescribable, the BIG connection, the anchors of that never bore you even if the victim is no longer addicted to oxytocin (or any hormone related). But the same and are figurations mine plus it is statistically unlikely, but not impossible. But and I do not know, but maybe I do know. But what else? - But what if you? -.
- (should create a new label that says "I use the blog to complain to dude, ah, no, for that era.) -
So I say, Blessed are they that keep his friends and not absorbed in the relationship parejil leaving everything aside, for theirs is the kingdom of the wise.
As an epilogue:
Friends who have come into my life lately are different. They did not join the school group random or location of housing. They came by coincidence of ideas and projects. Because we share something more than anecdotes from school or office.
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