it's a little bit funny, this feeling inside.
not entirely sure why I'm telling you this, but you wake up one day and you realized you've never really known anyone around you. you completely cut yourself off from your family, who don't even bother to recognize your recent birthday... you don't care cause you just found out that they're just as dysfunctional and dangerously damaging as the families of your friends you've grown up with, you're stronger and better than them and you quite frankly don't need them at all.
you take your best friend up on his offer to escape to his and his wife's house to recuperate, get your head on straight and plan your next move. you wake up early every morning and make them breakfast, you paint their entire house, and clean up after them every night and try to ignore that their brand new house is starting to turn into his parents old house complete with pet urine stains, food and dishes everywhere. you try to be nothing but a joy and a help to all around you. your best friend begins snapping at you for the stupidest little things. you ask him why he called a chinese restaurant and ask if they deliver... you ask why he called and before you can finish your sentence inquiring if you'll be getting chinese this evening he cuts you off and yells, "BECAUSE I FUCKING WANTED TO KNOW... fucking asshole" as he exits the room. he never apologizes or explains. the only thing that stops you from taking his god damn head off is sheer surprise while your'e counting in your head.. "yes... this is the third time he's snapped at me over the stupidest thing" while you've been there.
one drunken night he confides in you that he's currently cheated on his wife a few times... the wife you introduced him to. he shows no obvious remorse, guilt or regret of any kind as he believes her, now, MMMOOORRBBBIIIDDDLLYYYY obese status has reached an all-time high, her self-centered crying when she doesn't get her way, and completely immobile life style facilitated by your best friend who won't even allow her to go from the living to the kitchen to get something but has to run from the 2nd floor down to get what she wanted that was 5 times farther from him then her... makes it okay to cheat on your wife. he even tries to encourage you to help "wingman" him to see if some other girl is interested in fucking him.
you point out his apparent shift from the friend you've known for 10 years to whatever it is he is now... he shrugs it off and scowls, "i've just been annoyed lately"... no apology or explanation like you're accustomed to and he continues to snap at you as if you pulled a gun on his wife. you even point out that the 3-4 dinner dates a week, high sugar and fatty foods they routinely indulge couple with her completely sedentary life has made her massive and is cutting her lifespan practically in half. you point out that everything he does, its as if he's helping her kill herself. he then shoots you the coldest most deadpan "i know" look you've ever seen and it sends chills up your spine and you're wondering if you're best friend is the biggest coward in the world or a fucking sociopath.
and yet... you wake up every morning bright and early and feel nothing but peace, happiness and amazing opportunity everywhere you go.
The world is a funny funny place.
you take your best friend up on his offer to escape to his and his wife's house to recuperate, get your head on straight and plan your next move. you wake up early every morning and make them breakfast, you paint their entire house, and clean up after them every night and try to ignore that their brand new house is starting to turn into his parents old house complete with pet urine stains, food and dishes everywhere. you try to be nothing but a joy and a help to all around you. your best friend begins snapping at you for the stupidest little things. you ask him why he called a chinese restaurant and ask if they deliver... you ask why he called and before you can finish your sentence inquiring if you'll be getting chinese this evening he cuts you off and yells, "BECAUSE I FUCKING WANTED TO KNOW... fucking asshole" as he exits the room. he never apologizes or explains. the only thing that stops you from taking his god damn head off is sheer surprise while your'e counting in your head.. "yes... this is the third time he's snapped at me over the stupidest thing" while you've been there.
one drunken night he confides in you that he's currently cheated on his wife a few times... the wife you introduced him to. he shows no obvious remorse, guilt or regret of any kind as he believes her, now, MMMOOORRBBBIIIDDDLLYYYY obese status has reached an all-time high, her self-centered crying when she doesn't get her way, and completely immobile life style facilitated by your best friend who won't even allow her to go from the living to the kitchen to get something but has to run from the 2nd floor down to get what she wanted that was 5 times farther from him then her... makes it okay to cheat on your wife. he even tries to encourage you to help "wingman" him to see if some other girl is interested in fucking him.
you point out his apparent shift from the friend you've known for 10 years to whatever it is he is now... he shrugs it off and scowls, "i've just been annoyed lately"... no apology or explanation like you're accustomed to and he continues to snap at you as if you pulled a gun on his wife. you even point out that the 3-4 dinner dates a week, high sugar and fatty foods they routinely indulge couple with her completely sedentary life has made her massive and is cutting her lifespan practically in half. you point out that everything he does, its as if he's helping her kill herself. he then shoots you the coldest most deadpan "i know" look you've ever seen and it sends chills up your spine and you're wondering if you're best friend is the biggest coward in the world or a fucking sociopath.
and yet... you wake up every morning bright and early and feel nothing but peace, happiness and amazing opportunity everywhere you go.
The world is a funny funny place.