Bethany
She is perhaps the most real person that I've ever met. Bets is a sister (except she's not), a friend, and a kindred spirit all in one convenient package. There seems to be a bond between us, though I suppose it might just be me. Her knowing looks to me when our friends touch on our favorite subjects, giving some obviously uninformed or rediculous remark. Those could all be looks that she shares with everyone, but I'm going to believe they aren't. In my particular situation, there really isn't anyone else to talk to a lot of time. With Bets, I don't even need to talk about what's bothering me or blurt out my latest crush. Just talking to her makes me feel better or understood.
I want to protect Bethany - and not in some odd heterosexual, manly man way. As a friend, I want to make sure she is provided for, loved, cherished, honored, and allowed to be exactly who she is capable of being.
Brian, therefore, is definitely a threat to her. His stupid flirtatiousness with her is unnerving at times, because 1) I am jealous for my friend's attention; and 2) Brian is not ready for a relationship with such a wonderful person. Brian doesn't enter relationships anymore without marriage on his mind. He's told me himself that Bets is a definite option. This was back when I was actually sympathetic with him - before he showed what a damned fool he is. Even then, I had to hold back the vomit and my fists. There is no way in hell that I will allow Bets to have any sort of extra-friend relationship with Brian. I think all of us are quite to willing to stop that union, in the same way we ended Tiffany and Adam.
Coincidentally, Adam came by tonight to talk with the elders (Well, Dad and Skip anyway). It went well, I was told, and Adam shouldn't be back to harass our young, unattached women anymore. Thank God for that! It's more difficult being a 'big brother' to all my girl friends than I thought it would be. There's lots of nasty, weirdo-religious-fanatics running about, trying to gobble up my friends.
Back to Brian. Mum said she thinks Brian looks bad odd when he sees my siblings and I hugging each other or her or even our friends. He's envious, she said. I know that he is, growing up in his home, who wouldn't be envious of a family that loves each other. Besides the one thing, I can tell at least one member of my family anything I need. The 'one thing' is rather big, but then again I'm not sure that I want my parents and sisters or brothers to be in possession of knowledge regarding that part of my life. In fact, I know I don't want them to. I still feel sorry for Brian because of what he's been through, but then five minutes with him reminds why I've learned to loathe him. And, it's not like I haven't tried to tell him the things he does that make people mad. He just keeps on doing them. We'll have to wait until something finally clicks, I guess.
A depressing first live-journal entry, but that's why I have Crispin's blog on xanga to balance it.
Ciao.
I want to protect Bethany - and not in some odd heterosexual, manly man way. As a friend, I want to make sure she is provided for, loved, cherished, honored, and allowed to be exactly who she is capable of being.
Brian, therefore, is definitely a threat to her. His stupid flirtatiousness with her is unnerving at times, because 1) I am jealous for my friend's attention; and 2) Brian is not ready for a relationship with such a wonderful person. Brian doesn't enter relationships anymore without marriage on his mind. He's told me himself that Bets is a definite option. This was back when I was actually sympathetic with him - before he showed what a damned fool he is. Even then, I had to hold back the vomit and my fists. There is no way in hell that I will allow Bets to have any sort of extra-friend relationship with Brian. I think all of us are quite to willing to stop that union, in the same way we ended Tiffany and Adam.
Coincidentally, Adam came by tonight to talk with the elders (Well, Dad and Skip anyway). It went well, I was told, and Adam shouldn't be back to harass our young, unattached women anymore. Thank God for that! It's more difficult being a 'big brother' to all my girl friends than I thought it would be. There's lots of nasty, weirdo-religious-fanatics running about, trying to gobble up my friends.
Back to Brian. Mum said she thinks Brian looks bad odd when he sees my siblings and I hugging each other or her or even our friends. He's envious, she said. I know that he is, growing up in his home, who wouldn't be envious of a family that loves each other. Besides the one thing, I can tell at least one member of my family anything I need. The 'one thing' is rather big, but then again I'm not sure that I want my parents and sisters or brothers to be in possession of knowledge regarding that part of my life. In fact, I know I don't want them to. I still feel sorry for Brian because of what he's been through, but then five minutes with him reminds why I've learned to loathe him. And, it's not like I haven't tried to tell him the things he does that make people mad. He just keeps on doing them. We'll have to wait until something finally clicks, I guess.
A depressing first live-journal entry, but that's why I have Crispin's blog on xanga to balance it.
Ciao.