Well, it finally happened, my good friend here in town called me up- he sounded a bit... depressed, a bit off.
I got it out of him that the girl he had reconciled with after havind lived with for about six months and broke up with about a year ago-
was fuckin around on him.
Now, granted the situation was fairly complicated. He's here, she's in Florida, but they were discussing this shit fairly seriously... now
what qualified Joe Schmoe over my friend?
Was he a great lay?
A rich romanticist?
An artist starving for a muse?
...nah man,
he was fucking THERE.
What the hell is with single women? She gets out of an abusive relationship, calls up my buddy, they start talking about the future, about getting back together, about my friend MOVING ACROSS THE COUNTRY, and she winds up fucking the first guy that expresses a moderate interest.
Am I being unfair *clears his throat* ...
Maybe.
But the guy's a highschool dropout that works part time at Sonic.
My friend? He's a professional repair tech and can burn twice the amount that guy makes and still be okay.
I'm really starting to think some of this shit is universal with lonely women... they go insane and throw monkey wrenches in the gears. Really fucked my friend up. Really fuckered her own life up (I mean, seriously, this girl can't make a good decision if her life depended on it, she's the epitomy of flakey) and now he's doing this whole, depressed, life evaluating thing... and I obviously can't stop him from doing it because I've been there for the last 6 months myself.
I determined that he's obviously in a bad sphere of women, and that he nor I have really been functioning professionally or socially at the right level, and that there were several advanced tiers of life that he nor I understood... but he was still satisfied with ... just giving up. After being betrayed by someone he had already broken up with once over some flakey crazy bullshit anyway.
I mean... when he said they were getting back together, I talked with him for several hours trying to determine why the relationship had ended in the first place... I mean, I knew why, I just wanted to make sure HE KNEW that nothing about her had changed at all... he became aware of that eventually, but he still wanted to try again
and this was the result.
This shit's got me thinking, and none of it is pleasant.
This sort of thing happens ALL the time, it keeps the music industry completely afloat... at least he's only out $300 for a plane ticket, and didn't get thrown in jail because some crazy whore wanted to fuck his life up as much as possible.
Still... I really feel for the guy. It wasn't as serious, it wasn't as committed, it wasn't as explosively dramatic as my own situation... but god damned if I don't know that lonliness... that rejection.
And I just can't bring myself to lie about the sunny side bullshit.
When he said he was giving up... I just kept playing grand theft auto, and sighed.
I can't talk him out of it... I'm just not the right person for it, I'm stuck there too, all I can tell him is what to beware of.
He wants satisfaction, happiness,
I told him I'm working my ass off just to not be miserable.
Staying productive (not busy, busy's different) and not so desperately seek what I need- because actively pursuing it, or actively brooding about it will drive you insane.
But he's fighting that upstream river.
Me,
I'm not.
I'm taking life for the fucking hysterical farce that it is.
The pathetic, crushing adventure that it is.
And when I left, I thought to myself- I'm not going to give up.
There's something out there for me.
I'm going to take it.
It's all out there, those legendary exotic cases of happiness, love, and success.
It's out there.
...I'm going to take it.
