B(j)ooo(rk)
Sure, we didn’t pay for the ticket, but had we… Oh, I’d be so pissed! The concert was so short and, frankly, not that good. Lesson learned.
On the way home I got to thinking and that’s hardly ever good. We spent the evening with Angela and every time we spend any time together, I leave feeling so depressed. I think the problem is that she has no interest in including me in her new life and I, on the other hand, have no interest in being a part of it. Add to that the fact I have nothing to talk about lately, and that makes up for some pretty shitty time together. I have said this ad nauseam, but I think my relationship with Angela could only exist as a strong, almost exclusive, friendship. These casual encounters, amidst all of her and my social engagements just don’t work. The last four years have deprived me of the pleasure of "bringing it all out". I spent too much time with a man who doesn’t analyze things. Or, if he does, he does it all in his head. I have lost one of my most treasured and most worked upon things: my ability to talk. And I have lost a lot of friends I used to talk to. But those are only innocent bystanders, the real tragedy here is represented by the loss of that part of me. And now the problem has been spotted, commences the hard work. And the reconstruction. Where’s Halliburton when you need it?