Sitting and eating and eating and pretending with my big group..now the bears, not the blue bombers..I wished they get this group’s entitlement under control. Slurping down some rations thinking ’bout the day to come. What cats we can help out of tree? Where to point the next blood drive?
Slugging back a low-fat coffee with high powered protein snacks, I wonder about the definition of friends.
Bianca my large at large artist friend, well she stays on like an STD. Clinging to my drama. Holding on to every tidbit of ‘woe is me!’ She has no self-esteem and thinks she can get some kind of ego boost by hanging with a tree photographer who is blissfully unaware of growing pains.
Zoey, she held fast. I’m sad to say, I didn’t know really the slightest thing about her past until Kate showed up. I guess someone had to take the focus off self and learn.
How was I to know she wanted to be a Vet tech? Studying online! So what if she had an attic full of brothers with varied and asundried past. Her uncomfortable and sometimes painful living arrangements with Mom and boyfriend of the month.
It takes too much energy to find out this stuff. More than my girth will allow.
Friendship is a weird thing. Seems that many want it. Some work with it. And, I just wait for it fill my voids.
Completely understandable why I only leech on to those who offer me something. Totally in awe of how they allow me to become everything they are in the chance I can loose myself.
De-friending? I’ve done that way too much. I am a serial de-friender! In truth, there is no necessity in holding on to loose ends.
Zoey remains friends with psycho-bitch Kate.
She does it out of homage to me. She does it to keep an eye on the freak. Perhaps, she does it because she is just to lazy to hit the big metaphorical button, DE-FREIND!