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Nov. 27th, 2004 09:13 pmSo I had a long talk with Spike, trying to figure out the whole mess with his and Beck's break up.
Now, I know Spike and Becca had their problems, but I don't think that he's an asshole, and Becca, though I love her dearly, doesn't always go about doing things the right way, or the best way even.
I guess I feel like it's best for me to try to be as objective as possible. I never like to give up friends because a relationship falls apart or one of my other friends doesn't like the other now...
And I also kinda feel like I have an obligation to help with the recovery, help patch what emotional wounds I can, or at least just be someone who's hand you can squeeze or talk to without feeling like an idiot or like I'm going to look down on you because you did something stupid or you really fucked up... I mean, when I broke up with Jan, it was a similar... but by no means equivical deal...
I can relate at least, I guess that's what I mean.
It's kind difficult, cus I was totally not in town when the whole thing happened, so I've been trying to put together what went down from the accounts I've heard, and infer what I can about how they felt.
(Goma continues to nap on my lap...with one eye still partly open, but half-lidded by his second eyelid... in that half-eerie half-cute way of being practically asleep but a blink from awake. I miss having Jeremy come put his head on lap and sleeping---Goma does it too.)
Becca and I went bowling. And we shared a lane with these 3 highschool, possibly even junior high boys... and they were cordial, almost shy even... clapped when I got a strike, and Becca said that they were kinda staring at us at times... not in the checkin' us out kinda way, but more the awkward 'we're boys... and they're girls' kinda way. But, it's also possible that Becca and I came off as a pair of lesbians...
(Gosh, it's just so hard to tell what people will think of a couple of butt slaps and constant whispering conversation these days, ne? ^.~)
Then of course, they could have just caught some of our conversation:
(I'm losing to Beck, 35 to 44)
Me: That's it, you're walkin' home tonight.
Beck: Noooo. You're taking me home tonight. I may have to put out, but I'm getting home tonight.
Me: Ok, you win.
Oh, and for the record, I'm soooo talented.
I gave myself a paper cut,
on my lip,
licking the envelope I was mailing to Jeremy last night.
(Dammit, I'm such a clutz! Jeremy you better appreciate that letter since I injured myself to send it to you!!)
^.~
Now, I know Spike and Becca had their problems, but I don't think that he's an asshole, and Becca, though I love her dearly, doesn't always go about doing things the right way, or the best way even.
I guess I feel like it's best for me to try to be as objective as possible. I never like to give up friends because a relationship falls apart or one of my other friends doesn't like the other now...
And I also kinda feel like I have an obligation to help with the recovery, help patch what emotional wounds I can, or at least just be someone who's hand you can squeeze or talk to without feeling like an idiot or like I'm going to look down on you because you did something stupid or you really fucked up... I mean, when I broke up with Jan, it was a similar... but by no means equivical deal...
I can relate at least, I guess that's what I mean.
It's kind difficult, cus I was totally not in town when the whole thing happened, so I've been trying to put together what went down from the accounts I've heard, and infer what I can about how they felt.
(Goma continues to nap on my lap...with one eye still partly open, but half-lidded by his second eyelid... in that half-eerie half-cute way of being practically asleep but a blink from awake. I miss having Jeremy come put his head on lap and sleeping---Goma does it too.)
Becca and I went bowling. And we shared a lane with these 3 highschool, possibly even junior high boys... and they were cordial, almost shy even... clapped when I got a strike, and Becca said that they were kinda staring at us at times... not in the checkin' us out kinda way, but more the awkward 'we're boys... and they're girls' kinda way. But, it's also possible that Becca and I came off as a pair of lesbians...
(Gosh, it's just so hard to tell what people will think of a couple of butt slaps and constant whispering conversation these days, ne? ^.~)
Then of course, they could have just caught some of our conversation:
(I'm losing to Beck, 35 to 44)
Me: That's it, you're walkin' home tonight.
Beck: Noooo. You're taking me home tonight. I may have to put out, but I'm getting home tonight.
Me: Ok, you win.
Oh, and for the record, I'm soooo talented.
I gave myself a paper cut,
on my lip,
licking the envelope I was mailing to Jeremy last night.
(Dammit, I'm such a clutz! Jeremy you better appreciate that letter since I injured myself to send it to you!!)
^.~
