Shut Up & Write

You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

July 14, 2006

That's that.



And with a small "whump", a friendship with a close friend has officially ended.

It seems my long email -- expressing my hurt and upset over her insensitive fucking email -- was written for naught. The reply today?

"Hey there, I just got back from v-ball and post v-ball
pub life, but wanted to send you a quick note tothank-you for you e-mail as I didn't get a chance to
earlier today.
It is unfortunate that you feel that way about John. He
is quite shy by nature, and funny as hell once you get
to know him.

I don't believe that people are either in my group, or
of my ilk. If they're good hearted, fun and kind,
that's all I ask. I think I would be missing out on a
lot of good people by writing them off so quickly.
Anyhow, must run. I haven't eaten much today, and must
get grub into my system.

Hope you had a good day & night and hopefully we will
chat soon. "


So as I thought, it was about the fact that she couldn't deal with me not liking her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend could deal with it. I could deal with it.

She couldn't. So she made the choice for us.

I lost. Friendship over. The end.

Loyalty is one of the most important things to me. I consider friends my close, adoptive family. This one was more concerned with her boyfriend.

Infuriating, really, coming from a 32-year-old.

But that's life. Always filled with bullshit.

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