stardustcboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...One Helluva Mean Irish/Mexican... HaPPy PoST-St. PaT's day everyone! i hope all ya'll irishpeople went out and had a good time last night, and are making a nice recovery on this fine thursday morn. the evening was fun for your dear narrator. found a nice new neighborhood bar to chill at from now on, had probably one to many beers (or three), smoked some hash, ate some corned beef and hash, and got in a big arguement with G. to wrap it all up nicely i ended up passing out on the living room floor while watching "underworld". heheh! i'm not even really sure what the arguement was about. i think it revolved around G's friend Tim, and how he whines too much. i've found that recently i've had a VERY low tolerance for whining and pity-parties. after an hour of conversation it just became unbearable. i like Tim, he's a good guy, a nice guy; but boy needs to realize his own inner strength and not rely so much on emotional/mental crutches and people who feed into his "woe-is-me" mentality. that's just my opinion. G was angry because she said i just don't understand how painful and horrendous his life has been; and just how much shit he's had to go through the past few years. i guess i don't because it seems to be that all the crap that's going down in his life all revolves around things that are within his power to let go of and just walk away from; but yet he just hangs on to it. he just carries it around like some sort of martyr. just drop it already, it's not worth it. eh, see? i just don't get it. so, yeah, i think i was just infuriated because the convo revolved solely around him for an hour, and it's the same thing he said to me an hour before; and i was sort of surprised at how G sort of fed into it. with all hugs and "oh i'm so sorry", or "i love you hunny", or whatever. which was sort of surprising, simply because it so opposite of what she usually says to people. most of the time she just calls people on their shit without pulling her punches; and i was sort of puzzled as to why she treated him so different. eh, again, i'm in the dark. moreover, i'm a heartless and uncompassionate asshole. so needless to say, standing outside whilst those two talked became boring, and i was cold and either A)-wanted to return inside for some more beer; or B)-go home. we ended up going home to let the fighting commence. so basically what i got from the arguement were these facts: 1) - having parents that are still married and strong family support pretty much disqualifies me from understanding anyone else's problems. 2) - i don't like "drama" or people with "drama" 3) - my friends bore G to tears, and she feels the way that i felt pretty much all the time with them. 4) - G feels estranged from all of her friends. 5) - jameson irish whiskey + guiness + hash = one hell of an ornery and volitile irish/mexican. so yeah, i feel bad that G misses all of her buddies. i don't think i've purposefully forced her to edit them out, but shit, maybe i have unknowingly. believe me, i miss hangin' out with my buds too. i get to see my good friends once every couple of weeks nowadays; and i sorely miss the days when i could just hop in my car and drive down to santa monica whenever the whim struck me. now i have to rely on G to drive me around so it sort of forces her to go out with me and my compadres even though she probably doesn't want to. living in the valley sucks ass. not because it's a terrible place to live; but because no one wants to drive out from their part of town to see me all that often. too much of a bother. i mean, JEEZ it's a 15-20 minute drive! god forbid! ah well. maybe i just need to get some new friends closer to home? anyway, party peeps i've got to get to work. i think i may update again later. until then take care! ciao! ~B-) 9:49 a.m. - 2004-03-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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