I've been really looking forward to a good party, too. This, for a couple of reasons. First, the named BirthdayBoy is always fun. Second, the said friends. Third, It'll give me a chance to catch up with the topic of today's entry: a friend of mine I'll call UberGoth.
UberGoth is a great person. She’s one of those friends that I see way too little of, but when we decide to meet, we really connect. We studied biology together. She was a Goth ready to come out of her shell, I was a plain metalhead who was about to expand on his musical interest. At first, UberGoth and I didn’t really cause any fireworks or anything. We were part of the same group of friends, but she hanged out with some guys I really despised. When she started to date BirthdayBoy, UberGoth and I started to see a lot more of each other. Shortly after they broke up, the two of us met in a bar, we’d go to a gothic-party that evening, but wanted to talk first. At four in the morning we decided that going to that party wasn’t really worth the effort anymore, so we stayed at the bar we were in and ordered another drink. We’d been talking about each other’s lives all evening and night. She had a lot to talk about with BirthdayBoy taking “stage exit left”, and I…, well let’s just say that I’ve got perennial issues. :o)
Sure, like you haven’t noticed.
Anyway, UberGoth is probably one of my favourite persons now. She’s utterly independent, smart and with absolutely no reservations concerning opinions. I adore that in a person. She’s a lot like my girlfriend really, and they like each other too. Which can be both cool and a drag, depending on my mood.
Sometimes, I’d like to keep her all for me. Hey, I’m allowed be selfish sometimes, aren’t I? I mean, we see as little of each other as it. On other times, sitting at the bar with the three of us can be the greatest possible. Two of my best friends (yeah, I call my girlfriend my friend), what more can you want?
I guess this entry is about just one thing, really. I think it has become a pretty confusing post so maybe I’ll just splatter this frustration on you and stop this mindless abuse of your attention. There are other diaries that need to be read, after all.
My frustration of the day: Why do I neglect the friends I’d like to keep most of all?
There, another $100 session slipped through the greedily grasping fingers of a therapist. Thanks y’all!