just a thought or three

{NOTE: this is actually an older thing I wrote some time ago, but I felt like it was worth re-posting, ENJOY TROLLS!}

Have you ever noticed how the people in your life who self proclaim themselves as "Mature" or who say that they are "growing up" or "Growing apart" or even "Heading in a new direction" or even, god forbid, that they are "no longer the person I was" all seem to have a common thread running through their words, actions, behavior?

Yeah, it's all to cover the fact that they pretty much fucked you over while in a state of pure stupid emotional upheaval, whilst you stood there and did your dammedest to be a good friend, to give them comfort, and when it came down to it, the truth, as best as you could, and when they didn't like it, they cut you off, after stabbing you (in the back or in the face, doesn't matter which, they freaking STABBED YOU) and telling you, in essence that you where little (or maybe much, it depends) more than a novelty or security blanket for them, and they they are now through with you because they realize that something has changed between you, and they either:

A) don't like it, and thus have no more use for you

B) Don't like it because it scares them for whatever stupid reason, so they run from you

C) STILL don't like it, and are freaking out for the aforementioned reasons

D) Like it because that was the plan all along, to string you along until things shifted, then freaked out to hurt you

or lastly

E) had no clue what the fuck they where doing, freaked out, acted like a spas cause they don't know any better, and then had a special moment where they totally self-destructed themselves and most if not all of the people around them where affected due to the ripple effect, better known to us on the internet (gamers and military nerds mostly) as "Splash damage"

And then the REAL fun starts up.

Gossip becomes a pass-card to butt into things, comment, and berate people, when its NONE OF YOUR DAMMED AFFAIR and then what might have been a private but messy situation, that might have been solved, turns into a semi-public debacle likened to a white elephant that's been stuck into the back corner of the room and is shiting in the punch bowl, while everyone comments on how nice it's little pink bow looks, but that it IS rather unpractical , not that it's any of my business, but I think you should take it outside maybe, even when it looks so nice there...

As it shits all over the floor, food and in the punch bowl.

This is like the ugly as sin baby being showed to the family and friends in the maternity ward; "Oh... Look at the baby!"

Honestly what do you say? "Lady, thats one ugly as fuck baby, and I don't say that lightly."

No, the sociable thing to do is to not comment on the fact that junior has buck teeth, crossed eyes, a nose you could park a ship on, lips that look like a monkey's junk, and a chin that should be registered as a deadly weapon...

Okay I MIGHT comment on that, but thats all make-believe hypothetical.

What really happened was that I was hurt by my once dearest friend, blah blah, lights n sound, stuff n noise, I'm over it.

The sad and I now personally think, humorous truth is that she went back to the trolly sack of hypocritical, overtly religious, two-faced LYING sack of dog shit she'd foolishly, almost rebelliously married, and has had almost nothing but grief from since BEFORE THE WEDDING!

I would be mad or hurt if not for the fact that I, for some wonderful strange and unnameable reason, find it so dammed funny, and ironic, that I can chortle to my self, shrug, vent this out here, and then get on with having my own life, simple and sad as it may be.

~Caleb