Saturday, August 11, 2007

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends (The Real Ones)


Friends are really great. There is nothing better than having a phone conversation with a friend to catch up on stuff , telling a joke that you know will make a friend laugh or reading a friend’s hilariously true email. However, what is the deal with people who say they are your friend and then, when you aren’t looking, you get a conveniently placed dull butter knife right to the back? I am going back to work next week and I am really dreading it. It seems I left summer school feeling that my work friends were a bunch of (*****) [deleted by poster so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings]. By the way, it said, jerks. Get your mind out of the gutter :) I won’t bore you with specifics about what happened, but…

*Why can’t people accept the fact that you can have more than one friend? How many of you have been knocked to the ground and kicked/rolled behind a big piece of furniture to hide you from an approaching friend of your friend? Really? Oh, then never mind.

*Why can’t some friends listen to your problems? They love to tell their’s, but the minute you say, “I had something crummy happen”. POOF! It’s like they are Casper and they have to go haunt some of other wing of the mansion. I think this problem is indigenous to the female race and teachers.

*Why do some so-called friends think they have to lord things over you and be better than you? Most of the time I just pity them for their stupidity, “Hey, look at me, I have an internet boyfriend I met on Yahoo dating that’s more internet boyfriends than you have met on Yahoo dating (the County Fair of internet dating. Yeah and I haven't tried to find an internet boyfriend.) and my tube top has more sequins than your turtleneck.” To quote one of my brother’s friends. “You’re a turtleneck, so-called friend.”

I consider myself a pretty faithful and loyal friend. Some of you may disagree. Take it up with the comment box. I just want to say to my really and true friends (who are the only ones who would be reading this). Thanks for listening to me and making me laugh. I hope I return the favor.

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