Alright, my cards are on the table.
"I am but mad north-north-west; I know a hawk from a handsaw."
- Hamlet, Hamlet
As a couple of you probably know by now mopedgurl is mad at me. Apparently I speak terrible things about her behind her back, which is odd in itself because I haven't got any reasons to.
Apparently, I said some aweful things today. The oddness multiplies, because I really do recall only talking to Sean, Shane, Chayce, and Brook this morning, and only to Sean and Shane about the 'not-pretty things' I mentioned in my last post.
Would you all like to know what I said? Right now, just so then no one is confused about my side of the story.
First Sean asked me what he should do about his girl situation. I told him.
Then I asked Sean what I should do about my boy situation. Sean wasn't sure. Shane sat down by this point and asked if I was talking about Chayce. Told him to shut up, meaning yes.
Next I asked Sean if what he was implying on Friday night was true or not. Friday at Andrew's party, near when Sean, Kate, and me left, Sean (who was drunk) started implying that Evan (who was also drunk) should make a move. At the time, I was sitting in his lap, fairly harmlessly. Sean says something along the lines of "he likes you" to me.
I tell him, "He doesn't. He can't."
"Why not?"
"Leanna."
Because that would be betraying my friend. Because that would make her sad. Because it might make her angry for reasons I can't control. Still has, I guess.
Back to today - before I let Sean answer, I tell him and I tell Shane that mopedgurl can't know. Not yet. Because it would hurt her. Things are fragile enough between us as it is (we both know it) that I don't want to risk breaking it if it's not true.
Sean says he thinks so. That he's 'wheeling' me (I learned a new slang today. Yahoo.) Says he had no idea mopedgurl liked him. Says he had no idea they had even talked before.
Shane says he doubts Evan's 'wheeling' me. Says Chayce is. I don't believe him. About Chayce.
I repeat that they can't say anything about this. Going to the party with Julie and kiss_me_kate seemed to have already tugged some strings, I tell them. I don't want her to be angry.
I flicked my eyes over for a second, one second, and see Tiffany watching us talk. I mentally slap myself. I can tell a hawk from a handsaw.
I'm suprising myself with how calm I am over this now. 'Simple Evolution', indeed.
fuck_ham, I think I remember we had a conversation about something along these lines going to happen, a couple months ago. I didn't believe you, or at least didn't say I did. For what it's worth, sorry. I think I owe you some booze. Of course if you don't remember our conversation, I retract my last statement. ;P
Well, now. I've made my peace with this topic. Let's see if this week I can do this with a certain 'Yellow Paper'. :)
I'm taking your advice, moi_445. I've tried talking; all I got was anger. So now, unlike certain members of my family who would opt to blow their brains out in their basement on a Saturday afternoon (Ben, I never knew ye at all, boy. Sleep soundly, darlin), I'm putting this behind me. To thine own self be true.
In the evolution of a person, our personality grows, shifts, dies and is reborn again. Our views morph and grow, like a butterfly from its cocoon. But there's a price to pay for everything - Evolution is always painful.
-Summary of Simple Evolution of a Faceless Butterfly
- Hamlet, Hamlet
As a couple of you probably know by now mopedgurl is mad at me. Apparently I speak terrible things about her behind her back, which is odd in itself because I haven't got any reasons to.
Apparently, I said some aweful things today. The oddness multiplies, because I really do recall only talking to Sean, Shane, Chayce, and Brook this morning, and only to Sean and Shane about the 'not-pretty things' I mentioned in my last post.
Would you all like to know what I said? Right now, just so then no one is confused about my side of the story.
First Sean asked me what he should do about his girl situation. I told him.
Then I asked Sean what I should do about my boy situation. Sean wasn't sure. Shane sat down by this point and asked if I was talking about Chayce. Told him to shut up, meaning yes.
Next I asked Sean if what he was implying on Friday night was true or not. Friday at Andrew's party, near when Sean, Kate, and me left, Sean (who was drunk) started implying that Evan (who was also drunk) should make a move. At the time, I was sitting in his lap, fairly harmlessly. Sean says something along the lines of "he likes you" to me.
I tell him, "He doesn't. He can't."
"Why not?"
"Leanna."
Because that would be betraying my friend. Because that would make her sad. Because it might make her angry for reasons I can't control. Still has, I guess.
Back to today - before I let Sean answer, I tell him and I tell Shane that mopedgurl can't know. Not yet. Because it would hurt her. Things are fragile enough between us as it is (we both know it) that I don't want to risk breaking it if it's not true.
Sean says he thinks so. That he's 'wheeling' me (I learned a new slang today. Yahoo.) Says he had no idea mopedgurl liked him. Says he had no idea they had even talked before.
Shane says he doubts Evan's 'wheeling' me. Says Chayce is. I don't believe him. About Chayce.
I repeat that they can't say anything about this. Going to the party with Julie and kiss_me_kate seemed to have already tugged some strings, I tell them. I don't want her to be angry.
I flicked my eyes over for a second, one second, and see Tiffany watching us talk. I mentally slap myself. I can tell a hawk from a handsaw.
I'm suprising myself with how calm I am over this now. 'Simple Evolution', indeed.
fuck_ham, I think I remember we had a conversation about something along these lines going to happen, a couple months ago. I didn't believe you, or at least didn't say I did. For what it's worth, sorry. I think I owe you some booze. Of course if you don't remember our conversation, I retract my last statement. ;P
Well, now. I've made my peace with this topic. Let's see if this week I can do this with a certain 'Yellow Paper'. :)
I'm taking your advice, moi_445. I've tried talking; all I got was anger. So now, unlike certain members of my family who would opt to blow their brains out in their basement on a Saturday afternoon (Ben, I never knew ye at all, boy. Sleep soundly, darlin), I'm putting this behind me. To thine own self be true.
In the evolution of a person, our personality grows, shifts, dies and is reborn again. Our views morph and grow, like a butterfly from its cocoon. But there's a price to pay for everything - Evolution is always painful.
-Summary of Simple Evolution of a Faceless Butterfly