This makes me want to take my next level in Nihilist.
「that my weakness is Alina has no bearing on this topic」
Given the extensive education we recieve on the matter, protected sex should not be as difficult to come by as it is here. No friend should need to have to take his buddy aside and ask him the awkwardly important question of, "Have you been using condoms?"
Definately not to be followed with a blank, vacant stare.
Definately not to be followed with a further, exasperated declaration of, "Go get some bloodwork done."
Definately not to be followed with the reply, "Her period is a week late. I'm scared."
Yet that precise sequence of events is how I spent my evening two nights ago. A friend of mine had been dating a girl for over three months now and their relationship began to turn sour. He came to me for advice; I wasn't the first, and I definately wasn't the last to be consulted. I just told him that if he was going to do it, to do it quickly because otherwise it would hinder our plans to move on with our post-university lives.
Later that same evening I recieve a message --
Jane:
well i think that Jack is going to break up with me*
Me:
Yeah?
Jane:
i know he talks to you about it what does he say about me
Naturally I avoid answer her questions. Even if their relationship wasn't in dire straits, the sort of meddling she is asking me to engage in is beyond what I consider kosher. My efforts to remain neutral are met with this --
Jane:
i know that you know
I already know the purpose of this conversation by this point. Actually I knew it by the point with the [*] Not the first time I've been selected as the scapegoat. In a failing relationship it seems par for the course for the possessive girlfriend to turn her boyfriend against the bystanders. She wants me to spill the beans so that I may, in one fell swoop, give her ammunition to protect her from the impending end of their shared intimacy and betray my friend's trust. --
Jane:
i know JAck talks to you about me
I tell her that if she's worried enough to be bothering me about what Jack thinks, then something is definately wrong and she needs to talk to him about it. I'm not a member of their pseudo-union. It isn't my responsibility to abjucate whatever problems they are having with one another. Nowhere in this exchange does she even try to offer me something enticing, say thirty pieces of silver. --
Jane:
alright then find extra money or an extra roomate then thank you i will break up with him tomorrow and will maybe stay at Giles and Pedros
Backpedal a bit. The context behind that statement was that Jane, Jack, myself and another friend were going to move into a new place together. This is basically her being an emotional cunt. Long story short, she grasps on the straws she needs to begin seeking to wear down Jack's confidence in me as a friend, decides to take the offensive in this break-up so as to catch him off guard and maybe convince him to not leave her... and enact other crazy 雌犬 tactics.
[Dec5 -- Morning:] They break up. I hear about it later and how she tried to drag my name through the mud.
[Dec5 -- Evening:] Jack and I plan a seafood party.
[Dec6 -- Morning:] They mend the rift between them. I'd have cared more if she hadn't gone out of her way to again try smear my name. Jack impresses upon her that he doesn't believe her bullshit story about me one bit. Why they're still together boggles me, that is until...
[Dec6 -- 1530:] Jack recieves a call; Jane is pregnant.
Oh god.
Not even the worst thing I've heard of happening today. I'm so disillusioned with my cards right now that I don't think I'll be doing a reading for 2007. My cards aren't all I'm disillusioned with...
Given the extensive education we recieve on the matter, protected sex should not be as difficult to come by as it is here. No friend should need to have to take his buddy aside and ask him the awkwardly important question of, "Have you been using condoms?"
Definately not to be followed with a blank, vacant stare.
Definately not to be followed with a further, exasperated declaration of, "Go get some bloodwork done."
Definately not to be followed with the reply, "Her period is a week late. I'm scared."
Yet that precise sequence of events is how I spent my evening two nights ago. A friend of mine had been dating a girl for over three months now and their relationship began to turn sour. He came to me for advice; I wasn't the first, and I definately wasn't the last to be consulted. I just told him that if he was going to do it, to do it quickly because otherwise it would hinder our plans to move on with our post-university lives.
Later that same evening I recieve a message --
Jane:
well i think that Jack is going to break up with me*
Me:
Yeah?
Jane:
i know he talks to you about it what does he say about me
Naturally I avoid answer her questions. Even if their relationship wasn't in dire straits, the sort of meddling she is asking me to engage in is beyond what I consider kosher. My efforts to remain neutral are met with this --
Jane:
i know that you know
I already know the purpose of this conversation by this point. Actually I knew it by the point with the [*] Not the first time I've been selected as the scapegoat. In a failing relationship it seems par for the course for the possessive girlfriend to turn her boyfriend against the bystanders. She wants me to spill the beans so that I may, in one fell swoop, give her ammunition to protect her from the impending end of their shared intimacy and betray my friend's trust. --
Jane:
i know JAck talks to you about me
I tell her that if she's worried enough to be bothering me about what Jack thinks, then something is definately wrong and she needs to talk to him about it. I'm not a member of their pseudo-union. It isn't my responsibility to abjucate whatever problems they are having with one another. Nowhere in this exchange does she even try to offer me something enticing, say thirty pieces of silver. --
Jane:
alright then find extra money or an extra roomate then thank you i will break up with him tomorrow and will maybe stay at Giles and Pedros
Backpedal a bit. The context behind that statement was that Jane, Jack, myself and another friend were going to move into a new place together. This is basically her being an emotional cunt. Long story short, she grasps on the straws she needs to begin seeking to wear down Jack's confidence in me as a friend, decides to take the offensive in this break-up so as to catch him off guard and maybe convince him to not leave her... and enact other crazy 雌犬 tactics.
[Dec5 -- Morning:] They break up. I hear about it later and how she tried to drag my name through the mud.
[Dec5 -- Evening:] Jack and I plan a seafood party.
[Dec6 -- Morning:] They mend the rift between them. I'd have cared more if she hadn't gone out of her way to again try smear my name. Jack impresses upon her that he doesn't believe her bullshit story about me one bit. Why they're still together boggles me, that is until...
[Dec6 -- 1530:] Jack recieves a call; Jane is pregnant.
Oh god.
Not even the worst thing I've heard of happening today. I'm so disillusioned with my cards right now that I don't think I'll be doing a reading for 2007. My cards aren't all I'm disillusioned with...