Another quick post on friendship. In light of recent events I’m losing faith in the whole establishment. I’m not accustomed to feeling foolish and frankly don’t like it. But it just sickens me when I rack my brain thinking of hours I spent doing stupid inane crap like putting stickers on cups for a party or baking friggin cookies. I think, “If I knew then what I know now, would things have been different?” and yeah, of course they would. I wouldn’t be hosting said [expensive] party or baking cookies or bending over backwards to be a decent friend, not that it takes much effort on my part. But I wouldn’t be so open, I wouldn’t be so generous, I wouldn’t be such. a. good. friend.
That being said, I wouldn’t re-do anything. I no longer have it in me to be vengeful. Look at me, all grown up! And truthfully, nothing about people really shocks me anymore. Maybe it’s just my eensy weensy bit of naivety that manages to be shocked by all the ways people will fuck other people over.
And why should I re-do anything? I have nothing to feel sorry for or be ashamed about. I can dust off my hands and walk away with a clear conscience. And watch me strike a match on all my wasted time….





