Way too long since the last drunken post
This is the much antisipated Drunken Rob Blog.
Tonight was so much more awkward than I could have ever dreamt up. Went to Nathan and Scotty's for some drinky fun and played headbands after watching the William Shattner Roast. Wow, they hate and love him.
Went to the bar. THE bar. You know. And my best friend and his entourage was there. How do you completely ignore what two weeks ago was your best friend. You swallow back your tears princess and you get on with it, thats how. Easy to type (then wipe the tears off the keyboard) but very different in practice.
Did I make the right choice? Am I putting my pride infront of what was a great friendship? Am I building mountans out of molehills? No answers to any of these questions. Seriously. I am numb and raw at the same time. How do you cry over a choice you made for yourself.
I have made some awsome friends beside and through this person. Do I just give them all up as well as I am certainly the weaker choice? Or do I fight and turn what was intended to be a quiet bowing out into a gorey drama battle. Well obviously there is no way to battle out as I am the weaker friend and have too much (way too much) history with this person to ever hope that dragging out a drama battle would be to anyones good.
It is not like that anyway. As spiteful as I am on the outside, and a littel inside too, there is no way I can slander what, again, two weeks ago was my best friend.
How does a martyr stand all alone. Is that what I am? Is that what I have made myself believe what I am? Cause I seem to be the only one hurting here. Written off, forgotten, cast aside. But by my own doing. Did I have another choice? I think I did. But did I want to take it? Again?
Tonight was so much more awkward than I could have ever dreamt up. Went to Nathan and Scotty's for some drinky fun and played headbands after watching the William Shattner Roast. Wow, they hate and love him.
Went to the bar. THE bar. You know. And my best friend and his entourage was there. How do you completely ignore what two weeks ago was your best friend. You swallow back your tears princess and you get on with it, thats how. Easy to type (then wipe the tears off the keyboard) but very different in practice.
Did I make the right choice? Am I putting my pride infront of what was a great friendship? Am I building mountans out of molehills? No answers to any of these questions. Seriously. I am numb and raw at the same time. How do you cry over a choice you made for yourself.
I have made some awsome friends beside and through this person. Do I just give them all up as well as I am certainly the weaker choice? Or do I fight and turn what was intended to be a quiet bowing out into a gorey drama battle. Well obviously there is no way to battle out as I am the weaker friend and have too much (way too much) history with this person to ever hope that dragging out a drama battle would be to anyones good.
It is not like that anyway. As spiteful as I am on the outside, and a littel inside too, there is no way I can slander what, again, two weeks ago was my best friend.
How does a martyr stand all alone. Is that what I am? Is that what I have made myself believe what I am? Cause I seem to be the only one hurting here. Written off, forgotten, cast aside. But by my own doing. Did I have another choice? I think I did. But did I want to take it? Again?