So I have this friend.
Acquaintance.
More like someone I used to know.
I'd like to know him again (But not in the Biblical sense, of course).
But he contradicts everything I say.
He makes fun of me when I try to be nice.
I'm kind of wondering why I try.
Remember when I was back in college, taking statistics, and tutoring that good-looking guy? He was cute, to be sure, and I didn't mind him walking me to my acting class every Tuesday and Thursday. It was delightful, even though my heart was actually across the country with someone else at the time. I felt helpful, and truly, I felt cool.
But then remember how he suddenly stopped sitting by me? And how he didn't talk to me? And how when I finally called him up on the phone he said that the very thought of me made him want to vomit?
And do you remember how he told me that I just didn't get it, and that the meaner he was to me, the nicer I was to him?
For a long time, I wore that memory like a badge of honor. But I'm tempted to turn in the badge and throw in the towel.
Get rid of the people that bring you down in your life...and then come visit me in DC! :) People say kids can be mean, well adults can be just as nasty as well--and we know better so that makes it worse! You are awesome! I finally bought Halloween decorations (first time ever) and we still need to catch up!
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