Around 11pm I received a string of texts from the happy-party-goers asking me if I was "out already." Let me see. Yes, I'm out! I'm sitting at Brew Pub alone, because that's safe and fun. (Sarcasm sign).
Refraining from a snarky retort, I waited half an hour to reply with the word, "No." Sometimes, being passive-aggressive is fun.
In my experience at Rocky Mountain Colle—Sanitarium, the idea of friendship has become more and more complicated for me. Since when is it acceptable for friends to be so Fascistic?"I'm inviting you and you, but not you, not to THIS party. But you should come over more often." Graduate from the 7th grade already. And why the hell do I want to be friends with these people? Because the pickings are slim out here.
I've also out grown being taken for granted and being a "marginal utility." I said that friendship has become complicated for me. I will also admit that I don't know which ingredients blend into solid friendship batter. I've just plain lost the recipe. I do, however, know that shit has no place in the mixing bowl. I am certain that friends are not employees and friendship should not be treated as a business. Now, I require more coffee and an epic Vikings game.
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