So my friend is whining because she has to spend the summer on the beach, my other friend is whining because her boyfriend won’t teach her how to surf (as she is on the back of a boat on the atlantic), and i whine because i go out with two or three fabulous (albeit slightly unstable) boys a week. How funny are we? This is what we have to complain about in our lives? That is wonderful, amen.
And the more i think about it, the more i should have always been thankful for what i had, instead of focusing on the hardknocks, which turned out to be a complete waste of time. The lesson is not that i could survive whatever was given to me, the lesson is now i know how to bypass ever having to deal with it. Don’t get myself in shit situations, have the guts to live how i want to.
I also spent way too much time on all the losers who didn’t know what they had to begin with (comp. geeks, psuedo BDSM boys, wannabe candy ravers who shoved pills up their asses). Funny thing is when i talk to these people now they still think they mean something in my life, that they influenced it in someway almost like they wanted to cause me pain and haunt me forever. Take for example our wanabe raver friend. We had a conversation the other day, i didn’t really think much of it but apparently he did because later that night his away message was apologizing profusly to me. What is that?