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Maybe these are my thoughts: sigh Yeah. I have been doing a lot of soul searching lately over a very similar matter. I have to agree here. Either be a friend or don't. When it comes to friendship, there really can't be any riding fences. You either have to be willing to be a friend and all that entails or not. To sit there and try to pass yourself off as caring, or wanting to be a friend, but making excuses for not doing so...well, it's kind of sad really. Often, it's hard to let go of something. Like that favorite pair of sweat pants that are so comfy and thread bare in places. Or an old pair of shoes, because we know what a good fit they were. They made us happy and secure. But really, either throw them out if that is what you intended on doing. Don't just open the closet to take a look at them and make sure they are indeed still there. I really even hate to use that analogy, because friends shouldn't be thrown away. Eh anyway. If there is no substance left to friendship, no matter what the reasons or excuses are, it's time to move on. I think plastering a smile on your face and casual words once in a while eventually will lead to more pain and some very bitter resentment. I truly believe that is what this man was saying. Be a friend or don't. If you can't, bury what was left. Leave it lie. Don't try to keep it preserved by pumping it full of things that are fake, half hearted, or insincere. In the long run, it will just begin to stink.
Enough with that ramble, though I do feel better now. I'm working more on my story "Wolf Fire" I think I finally got past that damn writer's block. I gave up. My muse is unswayable and there is not point in trying to get him to behave, because...Well no matter how much I may wish for that, it will NEVER happen. He's an ornery shit which is probably why we get along so well. At the moment, he is giving a female Correctional Officer (CO, hack) a run for her money. Sorry Diane!
That brings me to another concept, thought, idear. Whatever. Another mad rambling, okay? I really do have to thank someone for all of their support this past week. It has probably been hell with my ranting about this that or the other thing and I really did feel like the dreaded drama queen at times. I'm not a drama queen, but this past week threw so many curve balls at me that I ended up getting hit more often then being able to duck. I was at the point Friday of being in tears and so mad it was choking me, but you really said some things that touched me and made me appreciate your friendship that much more. God knows not much touches this calloused heart of mine anymore. Your loyalty, stead fast advice, and unique outlook on life and people in general...I would be lost at times without them. Thanks.
Enough with that ramble, though I do feel better now. I'm working more on my story "Wolf Fire" I think I finally got past that damn writer's block. I gave up. My muse is unswayable and there is not point in trying to get him to behave, because...Well no matter how much I may wish for that, it will NEVER happen. He's an ornery shit which is probably why we get along so well. At the moment, he is giving a female Correctional Officer (CO, hack) a run for her money. Sorry Diane!
That brings me to another concept, thought, idear. Whatever. Another mad rambling, okay? I really do have to thank someone for all of their support this past week. It has probably been hell with my ranting about this that or the other thing and I really did feel like the dreaded drama queen at times. I'm not a drama queen, but this past week threw so many curve balls at me that I ended up getting hit more often then being able to duck. I was at the point Friday of being in tears and so mad it was choking me, but you really said some things that touched me and made me appreciate your friendship that much more. God knows not much touches this calloused heart of mine anymore. Your loyalty, stead fast advice, and unique outlook on life and people in general...I would be lost at times without them. Thanks.