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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Sunday, August 16, 2009 || 9:15 PM
So they say misery loves company. This is something I've had the unfortunate luck of experiencing firsthand. A person who is miserable will do everything humanly possible in their power to make you as bottomless-hole-of-depression miserable as they are. A prime example would be a "good friend" of mine. We were both in quasi-relationships at the time and pretty happy in those QR's when one day, her significant other played her. Seeing as how I considered her a friend at the time, I felt for her because I cared about her. Shortly afterward, my QR hit a bump and was never really the same, but it wasn't nearly as bad a situation as my friend's. We still spoke and we were still friends but some things were just different. So one day my guy friend (as he was after we hit aforementioned bump) calls me up and says he wants to hang out. So I agreed and we made plans. When I mentioned it to my friend in casual conversation, she went on and on about how I shouldn't hang out with him because I don't need to be keeping him close and men are scum, blah diddy blah blah blah. I felt like she was being hateful because her QR ended downright badly while mine just sort of drifted into a friendship kind of thing. But instead of being happy that things weren't as bad for me as they were for her, she had to act like I shouldn't and couldn't have a happy friendship with my guy friend just because it was impossible for her to have one with hers. That's the thing about girls; we're strange creatures. The only thing that sets me apart from the rest is that I can recognize and admit that the female species has flaws, therefore enabling myself to sidestep those flaws (most of the time). I know I have my man-bashing days when everything with a penis irks my nerves. So if, on one of those days, a friend of mine asks my advice about her relationship with a boyfriend or a quasi-boyfriend or a guy friend or whoever, I'll tell her straight up that I'm the wrong person to ask at the moment because I know some hateful ish is bound to come out of my mouth. Relationships are ruined all the time by stupid girlfriends who don't know when to shut up. Just like in sex and the city when Miranda scared off Mr. Big the night before he married Carrie (yea, I just pulled a Colee and made a SATC reference lol). But my point is sometimes, we need to learn to accept that things don't always go our way. We need to understand that there are times that we'll be miserable but that doesn't mean we should drag our friends down with us. The ones that drag you down aren't true friends but the ones who are contented to sink on their own without bringing you with them; those are the ones who truly care about you because it shows that they would never want you to feel what they're feeling. That's why when our friends are down, we give them a helping hand because we can and because we know they care. That's what friendship is supposed to be about. I'm lucky enough to be blessed with some of the best friends God could give me and I know I'm miserable now but I also know they'll always be there for me, miserable or not. I can rest assured that I'll have happy company and I'll have sad company, they'll be there in the good times and the bad times and that's more than I could have ever asked of them. I'm pretty damn lucky indeed. =) Labels: babble and rant, personals |