So, last night I was feeling pitiful (gastronomically ... sorry, TMI) ... and, apparently my brain thought that I should feel pitiful mentally, too!
Misery loves company, right? *overly bright smile*
So, I'm lying in bed, next to Michael and ask ... "Do you think she misses me as much as I miss her?"
He is intuitive and knows that I'm asking about that bestie that ... well, she didn't give me the Cut Direct, since that would involve seeing me. But, yeah, she took herself out of my life without warning.
And ... even though one of the gals I Visit Teach told me, 'Why would you want to keep suffering? Even if she came back and asked to be friends again, why would you take her back?"
It's not that I'm masochistic (well, HOPEFULLY not) ... but, when her and my friendship started out, it was good. It was fun. I miss that.
I don't like that I don't feel as self-assured. I don't like that I lost someone who was so much fun to laugh with.
I mean, it'd be one thing if she had left my life, but I still had my friend K, who passed away, who was fun to laugh and bake with ... even though she and her family were going to move away at some point. I can keep a friendship going cross-country ... I had done it before. Heck, I manage to keep a friendship going across the planet. ... It's just a little harder to do it through the veil (They never call, they never write ...).
But, even though it's been a long while ... nearly a year ... I still feel that ... I ... I just don't feel right.
I feel lost. I feel full of doubt that I'm even a decent friend.
STUDIES SAY, so they say, that if a friendship lasts seven years, it'll be able to weather anything.
WELL MAYBE SOME FRICKIN' STUDY IS DEAD WRONG.
And I kind of hate that, too.
Because ... I feel like a crap person.
What kind of crappy person does a girl have to be that her bestie cuts all ties with her without a word? That moves back to the same town and never even texts?
... Going with that, I am a REALLY CRAPPY person.
And ... I don't want to be a really crappy person. I want to know how to have fun, how to not be filled with self-doubt.
And, as friends have pointed out, this now-gone-friend has changed.
And it was harder to be supportive for her ... so ... maybe she's done me a favor?
I don't know.
They say that time heals all wounds.
How do I stop picking at this scab?
Thursday, July 28, 2016