Sometimes i highly question who cares about me and who doesn’t.
There are those who stick by you through thick and thin and would do anything for you and the fact that they care about you is indisputable.
Then there are those you talk to a lot, but when shit happens, or when they have no need of you anymore, it’s like they never knew you. They disappear faster than you can say “ttyl”. Ok, a slight exaggeration, but you know what i mean.
Then there are those who talk to you just cuz you’ll listen. And when you talk about your day, they strategically link it back to their own day so they can keep talking about themselves.
Then there are those that you barely talk to, but you know that if anything happened they would be there in a sec.
And then there are those that you barely talk to cuz neither of you care.
The worst, i think, are those that say that they care, or somehow expect you to know that they care, but fail to show this in the crucial moments. That’s like having a freaking umbrella that works perfectly, that’s amazing at protecting every inch of you from the rain, but doesn’t freaking open when it starts to pour. You can’t say it doesn’t work, cuz technically it does. But practically speaking, as functional as it is, does it really matter if you can’t even use it? Who the fuck needs an umbrella that won’t open?
I wonder if i’ve covered all the different categories… probably not, but whatever.
“Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings, I feel so small …” haha… lyrics from Britney’s only slow song on her new cd… it’s so pretty tho!!!
Thanks for the Happy Stick, peanut!!!