Dawn's Digression.
Friday, February 07, 2003
I kicked butt on the Death Machine last night. Thirty minutes. It doesn't sound like much, but that machine will be the death of me yet, hence the name Death Machine. I'm finally learning that right when you think you can do absolutely NO MORE, you're halfway done.
My friends have a lot of drama. No, not you. The other friend. You know I'd never say that about you, for Pete's sake. Seriously. They are generally a mess right now. I have people making out with married people, one with a crush on a straight girl, one going through a possible break-up, one just went through a break-up, one in a new relationship, and I could go on, but I won't. At least a couple of them aren't hurting anything. But some of my friends I'd like to smack right across the head and yell, "What the FUCK are you thinking???" ( And if you think one of these is talking about you, it may not be. So, no panties in a wad, ya hear?)
I'm probably about five minutes from doing so.
It's not that I think I'm wonderful and that I don't do stupid things. I haven't the time in the day to think about the stupid things I've done in the last couple of months. But what gets me is people sabotaging themselves. Am I doing that? Would anyone tell me if I am? I'm trying to be the friend that says the things you don't want to hear. Because those are probably the types of people who have helped me most. Don't get me wrong, I love the sympathetic ear. We all do. And we know where to go to get it. But when you want advice, who do you go to? Do you want to go to the person that always agrees with you, or to the one who makes you think? I go to the one who makes me think. When I want someone's honest opinion. Otherwise I talk to the sympathetic ear. Like Shelley, for instance, was so awesome last weekend. She said things I hated. And some of them were definitely true. And I thought about it. And acted on it. So now I am really thankful to Shelley. I hope that, if you catch me sabotaging myself, you will be the person to tell me so. And I hope I listen. Cuz you know what? I can be a little dramatic sometimes.
And it's times like these, when I see what my friends are going through, or putting themselves through, that I appreciate my Muffin. Yes, she gets on my damn nerves sometimes. And sometimes I wish I could smack the shit out of her. Sometimes I wish she'd go away for another weekend. But you know what? She isn't dramatic. She's stable. She doesn't have a wandering eye. Thank goodness for my boring life. I never, ever, EVER want to be single again. Although I'll admit the living alone portion of being single ROCKED.
My friends have a lot of drama. No, not you. The other friend. You know I'd never say that about you, for Pete's sake. Seriously. They are generally a mess right now. I have people making out with married people, one with a crush on a straight girl, one going through a possible break-up, one just went through a break-up, one in a new relationship, and I could go on, but I won't. At least a couple of them aren't hurting anything. But some of my friends I'd like to smack right across the head and yell, "What the FUCK are you thinking???" ( And if you think one of these is talking about you, it may not be. So, no panties in a wad, ya hear?)
I'm probably about five minutes from doing so.
It's not that I think I'm wonderful and that I don't do stupid things. I haven't the time in the day to think about the stupid things I've done in the last couple of months. But what gets me is people sabotaging themselves. Am I doing that? Would anyone tell me if I am? I'm trying to be the friend that says the things you don't want to hear. Because those are probably the types of people who have helped me most. Don't get me wrong, I love the sympathetic ear. We all do. And we know where to go to get it. But when you want advice, who do you go to? Do you want to go to the person that always agrees with you, or to the one who makes you think? I go to the one who makes me think. When I want someone's honest opinion. Otherwise I talk to the sympathetic ear. Like Shelley, for instance, was so awesome last weekend. She said things I hated. And some of them were definitely true. And I thought about it. And acted on it. So now I am really thankful to Shelley. I hope that, if you catch me sabotaging myself, you will be the person to tell me so. And I hope I listen. Cuz you know what? I can be a little dramatic sometimes.
And it's times like these, when I see what my friends are going through, or putting themselves through, that I appreciate my Muffin. Yes, she gets on my damn nerves sometimes. And sometimes I wish I could smack the shit out of her. Sometimes I wish she'd go away for another weekend. But you know what? She isn't dramatic. She's stable. She doesn't have a wandering eye. Thank goodness for my boring life. I never, ever, EVER want to be single again. Although I'll admit the living alone portion of being single ROCKED.
Dawn, 12:41 PM
