What do you do...
When someone who crappily cut you out of their life suddenly sees you and says "hi" like it's a normal day?
Happened to me twice last night.
And I'm obviously still thinking about it. Not that I have any other sort of behavior I expect coming face to face. I guess it's about as good at it can get.
I just can't remember the last time I was purposely hurtful/pissy to anyone. Not that I'm a saint, or even the "nicest" person in the world. I'm most certainly not. And I can certainly go through really ill periods where I don't "keep up" with friends. But I don't ignore people, and I'm not mean to them. I'm just me... and I'm okay with people not liking that. It's fine. I just tend to have people who are okay with me as me for years, and then are still fine on a whim being shitty. I mean, I can't even do that with people I break up with. I don't want to be in a relationship with Eric anymore, but... I still love him for all the things I always loved him for. He's still him. And I still like that he's him.
Eh... whatever... I think it was just shitty with pain and whatnot being wholloped with 2 in one night. Enough time will go by and I'll get back to my regular routine with the friends who've not yet decided to be wankers. I guess that's what I really see it as... this lifelong filtering process. In the end, I hope I have at least one friend left. More would be cool. I don't need lots, just some good ones. Interesting ones. That I can just continue to be myself around forever, and maybe chill with sometimes...
If not, I'll just get a crapload of cats, and do heroin when I'm an old lady. Hopefully the neighborhood kids will think I'm a witch. That'd be cool.
Happened to me twice last night.
And I'm obviously still thinking about it. Not that I have any other sort of behavior I expect coming face to face. I guess it's about as good at it can get.
I just can't remember the last time I was purposely hurtful/pissy to anyone. Not that I'm a saint, or even the "nicest" person in the world. I'm most certainly not. And I can certainly go through really ill periods where I don't "keep up" with friends. But I don't ignore people, and I'm not mean to them. I'm just me... and I'm okay with people not liking that. It's fine. I just tend to have people who are okay with me as me for years, and then are still fine on a whim being shitty. I mean, I can't even do that with people I break up with. I don't want to be in a relationship with Eric anymore, but... I still love him for all the things I always loved him for. He's still him. And I still like that he's him.
Eh... whatever... I think it was just shitty with pain and whatnot being wholloped with 2 in one night. Enough time will go by and I'll get back to my regular routine with the friends who've not yet decided to be wankers. I guess that's what I really see it as... this lifelong filtering process. In the end, I hope I have at least one friend left. More would be cool. I don't need lots, just some good ones. Interesting ones. That I can just continue to be myself around forever, and maybe chill with sometimes...
If not, I'll just get a crapload of cats, and do heroin when I'm an old lady. Hopefully the neighborhood kids will think I'm a witch. That'd be cool.