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Some time ago I moved to this other site, because some friend wanted me to be there. So I've blogged there for a year and change.
So I have this Friend on that site, or I did. I worked with her. One day she just stopped liking me. I don't know why.
Now I'm thinking I never liked her all that much. Her philosophy was that life was about reading books and watching movies and listening to CDs and drinking wine and moving around with her husband and never having kids. For a while I thought, "OK; that's her thing." I gave her a bit of static on the kids issue, because I like her husband so much; but she freaked out, so no more of that. Her parents are a mess, anyway.
So she just stopped liking me. I don't know why. What's sad is that I don't feel like finding out. I don't care enough. I'm like, "k. bye." Or not even "bye". Just -- there, and then not there.
But what a wasted life! Watching movies, reading books. Not teaching anyone anything. Not raising anyone. Not joining anything.
And I think it never sounded true to me. She always was hiding from things. However well we got along, and we did, there always were lines I couldn't cross with her. She had some deeper things going on. We all do, but she was no exception.
I don't work with her anymore, and it was just around the time I left that she rifted. A connection? I don't know. Am I offended? Yes, not least because once when I was mad at her and a bit quiet she cried and then railed at me about communication. I think I'm glad to be rid of her, but I secretly read her blog now and then, just to see. Usually she's saying the kind of thing she always says. Whereas before it was fodder for conversation over a long lunch somewhere downtown, now it seems insipid.
The whole thing is kinda...sad and lame at the same time.
So I have this Friend on that site, or I did. I worked with her. One day she just stopped liking me. I don't know why.
Now I'm thinking I never liked her all that much. Her philosophy was that life was about reading books and watching movies and listening to CDs and drinking wine and moving around with her husband and never having kids. For a while I thought, "OK; that's her thing." I gave her a bit of static on the kids issue, because I like her husband so much; but she freaked out, so no more of that. Her parents are a mess, anyway.
So she just stopped liking me. I don't know why. What's sad is that I don't feel like finding out. I don't care enough. I'm like, "k. bye." Or not even "bye". Just -- there, and then not there.
But what a wasted life! Watching movies, reading books. Not teaching anyone anything. Not raising anyone. Not joining anything.
And I think it never sounded true to me. She always was hiding from things. However well we got along, and we did, there always were lines I couldn't cross with her. She had some deeper things going on. We all do, but she was no exception.
I don't work with her anymore, and it was just around the time I left that she rifted. A connection? I don't know. Am I offended? Yes, not least because once when I was mad at her and a bit quiet she cried and then railed at me about communication. I think I'm glad to be rid of her, but I secretly read her blog now and then, just to see. Usually she's saying the kind of thing she always says. Whereas before it was fodder for conversation over a long lunch somewhere downtown, now it seems insipid.
The whole thing is kinda...sad and lame at the same time.