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I was just admiring my friends list but a moment ago and realized I never talk to half of you anymore and that really sucks. No one uses this thing anymore.
Oh well, what shall I bitch about today? Hm. I think today's rant will be inspired by a conversation/childish altercation I had a few days ago in which I realized exactly how many people populate my life that (gasp!) don't like me quite as much as they let on. Now, before you slit your wrists in agony, yes I realize humans are apparently genetically predispositioned to be shit-talking sluts from hell....I know you would never think this, but even I must admit to having fallen into this category a time or two. But we are not talking about ME. I'm talking about people who have been in my life for months or years that are more than mere passersby, but have played a consistent role or two at some point in my life. Apparently, the best way to find out how they really feel about you is to piss off a mutual friend. Among other things never said to my face of course, is that I'm over emotional and dramatic. No shit. Spend five minutes with me and you would know that, if you had half a brain cell. Operative word here is "if".
My point is, why do people (not even people, individuals I have called a friend) feel the need to express such sentiments to everyone but me? Chances are, if you are going to complain about my shortcomings, I am already aware of them and I'm not going to change them for you. Call me out, I love when people do that and have the utmost respect for it. And Christ forbid you do not know the complete catalog and birthdates of every band in a genre of music you claim to like, you lying bastards, because you will conjure even more hostility. And then you'll be called over emotional on top of THAT, and then your world will really be crumbling around your ankles.
In other news, I am almost done with school, a frightening prospect if I've ever heard one. You better hope that you let me do your hair while I was in school because if you shunned my shears while I was learning, I will never, ever touch your hair even when I'm winning NAHAs and touring the world. And then you will rue the day.
Speaking of, I finally heard from David yesterday. I swear out of everyone I have ever met in my life, no one can keep up with me like he can, as far as quick little witty comments one after another. We have the greatest conversations and some of the most amazing one-liners ever known to man.
Tanya, Kevin and I are going to venture into the world of Melt Banana tommorrow evening, SAM are you listening.....I think the first time I ever heard of them was standing in line to see Mr. Bungle with you, Pat and Jen and Jody...the night we piled five of us in the metro and shoved Pat in the trunk. See, it all comes full circle.
Oh yeah, and I'm having an amazing time existing right now. I am off to consume combos and long for tofu fajitas and days of yesteryear.
Oh well, what shall I bitch about today? Hm. I think today's rant will be inspired by a conversation/childish altercation I had a few days ago in which I realized exactly how many people populate my life that (gasp!) don't like me quite as much as they let on. Now, before you slit your wrists in agony, yes I realize humans are apparently genetically predispositioned to be shit-talking sluts from hell....I know you would never think this, but even I must admit to having fallen into this category a time or two. But we are not talking about ME. I'm talking about people who have been in my life for months or years that are more than mere passersby, but have played a consistent role or two at some point in my life. Apparently, the best way to find out how they really feel about you is to piss off a mutual friend. Among other things never said to my face of course, is that I'm over emotional and dramatic. No shit. Spend five minutes with me and you would know that, if you had half a brain cell. Operative word here is "if".
My point is, why do people (not even people, individuals I have called a friend) feel the need to express such sentiments to everyone but me? Chances are, if you are going to complain about my shortcomings, I am already aware of them and I'm not going to change them for you. Call me out, I love when people do that and have the utmost respect for it. And Christ forbid you do not know the complete catalog and birthdates of every band in a genre of music you claim to like, you lying bastards, because you will conjure even more hostility. And then you'll be called over emotional on top of THAT, and then your world will really be crumbling around your ankles.
In other news, I am almost done with school, a frightening prospect if I've ever heard one. You better hope that you let me do your hair while I was in school because if you shunned my shears while I was learning, I will never, ever touch your hair even when I'm winning NAHAs and touring the world. And then you will rue the day.
Speaking of, I finally heard from David yesterday. I swear out of everyone I have ever met in my life, no one can keep up with me like he can, as far as quick little witty comments one after another. We have the greatest conversations and some of the most amazing one-liners ever known to man.
Tanya, Kevin and I are going to venture into the world of Melt Banana tommorrow evening, SAM are you listening.....I think the first time I ever heard of them was standing in line to see Mr. Bungle with you, Pat and Jen and Jody...the night we piled five of us in the metro and shoved Pat in the trunk. See, it all comes full circle.
Oh yeah, and I'm having an amazing time existing right now. I am off to consume combos and long for tofu fajitas and days of yesteryear.