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true friends vs. “male friends”

let me begin by giving proper credit to those it is due to. you’ll see why in a moment.colin-you are one of the only close male friends i have/have had who has never engaged in the following:
1. getting weird/dramatic/mental on me
2. over-stepping boundaries
at this moment in time i appreciate that more than you know.

billy bean & favorite-although we are not really close friends, i can say the same about you. and i thank you for that.

i never once dreamed that i would say what i am about to say-most of my life i have subscribed to the ideal that ‘relationships are what people make them’. this is true for the most part. however…

in general (this is my disclaimer so that i am not accused of making a blanket statement), i don’t feel that most heterosexual men and women can be ‘just friends’ and have it work out successfully. this is not to include: work friends, organization/club friends, friend’s ex’s (since they are off limits for romance anyway) and acquaintances (friends of friends). of course, this is simply how i feel-and maybe you could chalk it up to some of the particular friends i’ve chosen (i.e. chosen badly). it’s how i feel nonetheless. and again, of course, i don’t feel that all men/women friend relationships are subject to this.

for the most part, most of the male friends i’ve tried to have, have at some point gone weird. for example, there was the friend that felt as if in our relationship, it was acceptable to act in a controlling manner. when i pointed out how i felt, he stormed out of the chosen venue for said talk without a word and i never heard from him again. obviously, in light of such a display of defensiveness, my feelings were correct.

another example. i think at some point, some male friends, realizing that they’ll never have more of you than ‘just a friend’ find an excuse or create a situation to end the “friendship”. usually, it’s a ridiculous situation that at the very least, provides comedy for other friends who get to share in it. many times, there is a lesson packed in there somewhere. however, sometimes, even though humor can be found in the situation…it hurts a little. regardless of how ridiculous their reasoning for doing so is, when someone that used to call themselves a friend attacks you personally, it’s going to get you where it counts (which is, of course, the reason people do that).

i am also taking the following out of a recent situation:

=true friends do not hide the fact that something offended them for an eternity…they are direct with you & share this with you at the time-& then you both move on. if something offended them but they choose to look past it, they never share it with you. they definitely do not pretend that everything is great for a while only to send a scathing email attacking your entire person. (can we say, passive-aggressive at its finest?)

=true friends can have a differing view on something than you and agree to disagree without personalizing it.

=true friends do not take their personal issues out on you.

=true friends are there when they are needed. when you say you need them, their response is usually something like, i’ll be there, with no hesitation. they will sit with you for a while and let you cry without even asking questions…without even knowing what’s wrong. they will sometimes hug you while you do this. they will do you the kindness of telling you the truth, all the while being careful to spare your feelings while they tell you their truth. when the time is right, they might tell you a joke to make you smile. (thank you, j, that i get to take this away from the situation as well.)

i am so fortunate, to have so many of that last kind of friend. and if you know you’re that kind of person to me…please know that i appreciate you more than words could really express.

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loaded question

lunch with my dad today at taco del mar (awesome). in the spirit of common courtesy i start explaining to him why i’m so tired because when i’m as tired as i was today i resemble roadkill. i explain that i woke up at 3:30, couldn’t sleep and decided to go into work…arriving at 4:30 (apparently, i’ve gone mad).

“what are you worried about?” he says, immediately.

i take a minute to think this over. i don’t quite get it. i wonder if maybe during the explanation of why i’m so tired i mentioned being worried about something only to have forgotten about it in the millisecond it took him to jump in.

he explains that whenever he can’t sleep it’s usually because he’s worried about something. ooohhh…i get it now. i think on what i might be worried about.

um…i don’t knowEVERYTHING maybe? maybe i’m worried about the $19,000 i just signed away in order to further my education. maybe i’m worried that despite enough palpable enthusiasm to kill a small cat, i’m worried that i’ll fail miserably. maybe i’m worried about the fact that everytime i bring up school to either parent, all they can do is worry me more about the money issue rather than just reiterating how excited they are for me and then promptly shutting up about it. maybe i’m worried that every single relationship that i’ve had thus far will turn out to be a failure. maybe i’m worried about my mom. maybe i’m worried about everything, daddy and it would be great if you could give me a hug and tell me it will all be okay.

never include the word ‘worry’ in an open-ended sentence that is directed at me. especially if you value your immediate emotional health.

appt. with dr. today too to discuss quitting smoking. after discussing a few options (of which, the patch & nicotine gum were not included as i grimaced when they were even brought up) we decided to put me on welbutrin/zyban/whatever they want to call it to market it to someone else for the next issue it helps with. the deciding factor? what insurance would and/or would not assist with which isn’t even somethat that had really crossed my mind. bless him, it had crossed his.

“well, since you have a history of depression, i can write the rx for that and insurance will help…if i write it for smoking cessation you’re on your own,” he says. great. crazy comes in handy apparently…so, thank you self. and thank you aetna for being concerned about my motivation to improve my respiratory health.

hello drugs. i had missed you a bit. despite having gone through hell to get off of them a few months ago, here we meet again. it’s really fine though. if this helps me quit, then so be it. people who care will support whatever i’m doing in order to quit smoking. those who don’t can jump off a cliff. anyway-as my dr. pointed out today, maybe it’s a good thing i’m choosing to do this now. it is recommended to stay on the meds for at least three months after quitting smoking…by that time it will be november, the beginning of the ‘gray’ season. so, if i find that i’m gray as well then, hey, i’m already taking care of that other issue. not to mention, that i was starting to worry what 5,000 lbs. of school related stress was going to do to my health.

so, pass me the drugs please and spare any judgment that might sneak its way in as a cleverly disguised side dish.

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you know who you are

my p.: i read your email this morning that was in response to my reach out for advice. it hit me in the gut a little…but in a good way. to this day i don’t know how you do it but somehow, you have a way with me-you spin those difficult things that friends are supposed to tell you (that can often really hurt no matter how necessary they are) into pure silk, so that the truth doesn’t hurt as much. since the day i met you, you have done this for me. once upon a time during the most unhealthy situation in my life, you were the only person that i could hear the truth from.

the depth with which you care about and love me, makes me cry a little…but in a good way.

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a cozy place to hide

points of interest:

>i cannot enjoy clubs in seattle anymore, at least not the way i used to enjoy them in younger years. a piano bar is gobs of fun, and i actually had fun for a while last night watching them play & hanging out with piglet. thing is-it was down near pioneer square, and apparently is THE place to have your bachelorette party/going away party/birthday party. by the time i had gotten my fill and was ready to go it was packed. packed like there was a half hour wait to get your tab kind of packed. i have noticed that in my late 20s i have developed a nasty habit of wanting to just go when i’m ready to go. i don’t want to wait. i don’t want to chat for a few more minutes. i don’t want to share one last cigarette with anyone. maybe, if i was still enjoying them the way i used to, which was getting blitzed, it would be less painful because when i was ready to go it wouldn’t bother me that it took an hour to get out of somewhere. sadly, i have grown out of that phase.

>it’s time to seriously re-evaluate every single relationship in my life. it’s time to stop giving more than i’m getting from people.

>i have had a sad weekend-and when i was taking that first sip of my latte this morning, i realized that i have quite forgotten to eat all weekend. really. i wasn’t trying not to eat. and that’s sad because as a result i’m quite irritable right now. i suspect that the whole ‘i need to be on meds’ thing is coming up again-i’m no longer just allowing things to roll off, i’m personalizing it all and it’s making me sort of sick.

>i made it to work today in 10 minutes…seriously. from northgate to south of the dome. 10 minutes. very scary. (it became even more scary when i actually got down here and just about got out of my car to punch out the football a-holes that felt the need to come down here at 8:00 jamming up traffic with their thick heads).

>recently reconnected with an old friend that i had lost touch with a few years back. she is currently living in richmond which is south of here somehwere. in an email that i read this morning from her she invited me to come down if i wanted to some weekend to have a visit. it was all i could do to refrain from clocking out at work, going home to pack my bag and calling in sick for a few days in order to see my friend that i miss and hang out somewhere cozy. because i’m not feeling a whole lot of coziness around here lately. quite the opposite actually.

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