Why am I listening?
I like it when you're happy.
I'm happy for you, in this moment, when you're flaunting your freedom and enjoying other's enthrallment. Its good for you to be around people that make you happy. It is proper for you to be paid attention to. You are worth positive attention. You deserve love and happiness. You, like the rest of my people on this planet, have not been appreciated as much as you should be.
I thought you were having fun last night, and I would hate to think that I made it less fun. You're typing like you're a little drunk, and in a hurry, and a little more drunk. So I don't really know whats going on, but it sounds like a vague suicide threat. I'll just presume that it is. Don't hurt yourself. Its just not worth it. Life hurts in general, and there's no point in helping gravity do its job.
I don't like being your gay friend, or your girl friend. Its painfull. I get to hear about what a great time you're having with some great new guy and its great all the time, and it seems to be growing exponentially. Everyday there are a few more great guys that like you, or you had great dates with. (And that's not suprising. You're definately a catch and a half.)
I don't mind talking about this kind of thing with Kathi, but she does me the service of actually digging on me while she's at it.
Before you get up on your soap box and tell me that you do, in fact, like me.. just..
save it, alright? I don't want you to intone, intimate, or otherwise imply affection without some display handy. It'll give me a little dignity.
I know you don't *like* like me. I *like* like you. Its true. Its a terminal case. If you did ever, you don't anymore. I'm okay with that. I mean... I'll live. Its not the end of the line, the end of my life, or the end of our friendship.
Christ Almighty, I do value our friendship.
So to review:
Donna, I noticed you are rubbing my face in it.
You may not realize this, but you shouldn't tell me how great it is to do something with other people, something I wish we could be doing together but aren't.
Because that really makes me feel terrible.
Could you find a way to share your great news with me that's more sensitive to my feelings from now on?
I'm happy for you, in this moment, when you're flaunting your freedom and enjoying other's enthrallment. Its good for you to be around people that make you happy. It is proper for you to be paid attention to. You are worth positive attention. You deserve love and happiness. You, like the rest of my people on this planet, have not been appreciated as much as you should be.
I thought you were having fun last night, and I would hate to think that I made it less fun. You're typing like you're a little drunk, and in a hurry, and a little more drunk. So I don't really know whats going on, but it sounds like a vague suicide threat. I'll just presume that it is. Don't hurt yourself. Its just not worth it. Life hurts in general, and there's no point in helping gravity do its job.
I don't like being your gay friend, or your girl friend. Its painfull. I get to hear about what a great time you're having with some great new guy and its great all the time, and it seems to be growing exponentially. Everyday there are a few more great guys that like you, or you had great dates with. (And that's not suprising. You're definately a catch and a half.)
I don't mind talking about this kind of thing with Kathi, but she does me the service of actually digging on me while she's at it.
Before you get up on your soap box and tell me that you do, in fact, like me.. just..
save it, alright? I don't want you to intone, intimate, or otherwise imply affection without some display handy. It'll give me a little dignity.
I know you don't *like* like me. I *like* like you. Its true. Its a terminal case. If you did ever, you don't anymore. I'm okay with that. I mean... I'll live. Its not the end of the line, the end of my life, or the end of our friendship.
Christ Almighty, I do value our friendship.
So to review:
Donna, I noticed you are rubbing my face in it.
You may not realize this, but you shouldn't tell me how great it is to do something with other people, something I wish we could be doing together but aren't.
Because that really makes me feel terrible.
Could you find a way to share your great news with me that's more sensitive to my feelings from now on?