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So I guess when you get bit in the ass with something that throws you for a loop eventually the biter will get bit themselves. We're in the process of searching for a third roommate and we met two very cool candidates last night but now the dilemma is who to choose when the one we like more wants to pay substantially less than the other, but I guess it won't take much to come to compromise. And if not, I have my people. You know how we do.
I spent the weekend with two friends from high school. One was my best friend during senior year, the other was his best friend freshman year who ended up being one of my best friends when they decided not to be friends anymore and all of that complicated shit made the three of us coming together a lot cooler. They hadn't seen each other in about 6 years so I was pretty much third-wheeling the whole time but I didn't think anything of it. They were due, and I'd seen them both a lot more recently than they'd seen each other.
I have this friend, this cute 19 year old Sicilian boy, and he comes to me and my roommate to hang out and get the advice of two "experienced gay men" on his woes and wiles. His outlook on love lacks a certain realism that I value in myself but at the same time it's so refreshing to see someone so optimistic that can be so affected by things when they go right or wrong. He's really expressively emotional and a lot of the time when I'm thumbing away his tears I can't help but wish I could be more like that. I wonder if he sees my sternness, my detachment, and wishes the same of me.
Thinking about love, about reunion and togetherness and tenderness and destiny, I can't help but think that some of us were born to experience it while the rest of us were born only to understand it. I don't know.
I spent the weekend with two friends from high school. One was my best friend during senior year, the other was his best friend freshman year who ended up being one of my best friends when they decided not to be friends anymore and all of that complicated shit made the three of us coming together a lot cooler. They hadn't seen each other in about 6 years so I was pretty much third-wheeling the whole time but I didn't think anything of it. They were due, and I'd seen them both a lot more recently than they'd seen each other.
I have this friend, this cute 19 year old Sicilian boy, and he comes to me and my roommate to hang out and get the advice of two "experienced gay men" on his woes and wiles. His outlook on love lacks a certain realism that I value in myself but at the same time it's so refreshing to see someone so optimistic that can be so affected by things when they go right or wrong. He's really expressively emotional and a lot of the time when I'm thumbing away his tears I can't help but wish I could be more like that. I wonder if he sees my sternness, my detachment, and wishes the same of me.
Thinking about love, about reunion and togetherness and tenderness and destiny, I can't help but think that some of us were born to experience it while the rest of us were born only to understand it. I don't know.