Feeds:The second Wedthu after that
No quote. Either people haven't said anything funny, or I didn't write it down. Oh, well.
I don't often do this, but I recently saw one of those things -I believe the young folk call them 'memes'- that demanded my attention and respect, not to mention my curiousity. I therefore wish to replicate it myself. The procedure is as such: One says twenty things, in collected written form, to unaddressed persons. Observe.
- I started because I was paranoid. I still do it becaue I'm paranoid. It hasn't helped, I know, because I'm even more paranoid. Then again, maybe I'd be worse without it. You don't have to follow it if you don't want to.
- Grow up. Seriously. I know, I didn't want to, either, but you can't act like a kid forever. I'm not saying you should ditch your playfulness, but how about taking on some responsibility, at the very least for your conduct and extravagances. I love you, but you disgust me sometimes.
- I still love you, even though you screwed me over. Get help.
- I still love you. You fractured my heart so badly that whenever I think of heart break, I think of you, and I will never think of you the same way again. In that regard, I've sworn you off. But you're still my friend, and I'll always love you for that, because whether you'd admit it or not, you need me to.
- I find I don't still love you. I was bitter for a long time, longer than I like. I thought I was stronger than that. I still hope you're happy, and I don't regret loving you, even if I do regret some of the ways I acted toward you when I did. Moreover, I've come to realize it wasn't all my fault.
- I hear you got married. I wish we had kept in touch. If you were ever to stop by, I would still let you crash with me, for old time's sake.
- I wish I could make eveything right for you. I don't know how you slog through all your problems like you do, but I'm proud to be your friend.
- You jerk. You shouldn't be having sex with her. This whole things seems almost like it's just so that you can be having sex with her. It's disgusting. I'll try not to be unsupportive in public, because we're friends, but I don't think this will work out well for anyone.
- I'm sorry I never made it to your wedding. I wish I could've given your key back; it just sits around, haunting me.
- When I met you, I never though I would look up to you like I do. I don't think I can fill your shoes.
- Any time you wanted to, you could've seduced me, and I would've fallen. Thank you for not doing so.
- You could make me do almost anything, but I don't know if I trust you yet, and so you scare me.
- I dropped that class mostly because I was lazy. I'm sorry.
- You're not like I remember. I was only gone nine months, but we must have grown apart. You never seemed so flighty before.
- You're one of my best friends, but everyone knows you're an ass to women. You'll never have a solid relationship until you treat them with respect.
- I wish I were a closer friend to you. It seems like we haven't talked in forever, and yet I owe so much to you. I owe these very words to you, and I've never been able to figure out how to pay you back. I hope, at least, that I was good for a few smiles.
- I wish I had better grades, too, but that's not how it broke down, and I wish you'd stop talking about it.
- I still think you're an asshole, and have done so since before I even really knew what an asshole was. I'll continue to avoid you in public, and I've always hated the way you suck up to your betters and then take cheap shots at people whenever you can get away with it.
- I was attracted to you since the second time I met you, and even though I don't really care anymore, it was a shock to find out that you were doubly out of reach.
- You stopped being funny as soon as you acquired power to act on those bizarre notions you have. You were just as unfit for that position as I was. Neither of us should ever have applied. I hope they continue to keep you in check, or I fear for the future of something I love.
In other news, Shavon's wedding is this weekend. I haven't recieved an invitation, which is somewhat hurtful, but I can understand that she would need to keep it small. Alternately, she just doesn't know how to get ahold of me. In either case, I've already wished her the best, and I work this weekend anyway.
Also, my family recently returned from a nice vacation in the Black Hills, where we camped and cycled the Mickelson Trail. We still, to my disappointment, did not do the very southern leg of the 109 mile trail, leaving me with about 32 mi left to bike before I've done the whole thing. Some day, I mean to do it all at once. We also saw lots of random stuff, and I got to tinker with a coke machine. I now know how to a) get free pop from a locked machine and b)how to quickly remove all the money from an unlocked machine. Not that I would do so, mind you, but my fascination with both the mechanical and criminal arts demanded that I look into the matters while I had the opportunity.
Oh, yeah, and I acheived sunburn, which appears to have mellowed to a nice tan on my arms, and is still peeling off my face. Good times.
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