I was struck immediately by how few people I've had say that to me. And then how few people really mean that.
But why do I have only...let's see... four (or so) real friends at the moment?
I think it boils down to being "once bitten, twice shy". I have spoken to friends about what's going on in my life and it's backfired. Hard.
do you really expect me to open up after that? I still hurt. After *stops to count* 4 years, I still hurt. Badly. And then I see this.That doesn't magically massage my bruised and broken emotions though, but I'm trying. (Me, the rambler, off on a tangent. As usual.)
So maybe I am spiraling out of control. Whatever. I don't think I am buuuuuuut let's not go there either.
The fact is, regardless of how I feel, those days when I'm just like "I have approximately zero friends!" there is someone-- technically four or so really but let's not quibble over trivialities-- who will slap me upside the head and say "Bitch what the fuck am I, a tree?"
The funniest part of it is that there're like 2 girls (who I don't consider girls really cuz they aint feminine at all) and then the guys who I've known for like 3 years but still can't friendzone. In fact, I think I'm starting to get a crush on one such.
OK I'm gone before I spill what I'm not supposed to and get my ass in trouble.
@Jaye_Eccentriq
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