Well, here I go, my first entry on this blog that I created a good couple months ago.
Allow me to start off by saying something, for the record, who knows, maybe my children may see this twenty years from now and take it as a creed or motto that'll help them maneuver and navigate the expansive concept of life.
So for the record, here's your supplementary quote for the day, provided by yours truly: There's a fine line between what we consider friends and who we consider family, friends are perfect, you'll never fight them but at the same time you'll never love them either. However, friends with faults who at times make you feel like you hate 'em while at the same time you feel despicable yourself, but you love it. You love them. You love the way they make you feel about yourself. Those friends aren't friends, they're family. End quote.
Never mind, a continuance to my quote: However, darling, beware those friends who you think you love, who aren't perfect, who seem as though they were of the same blood, but you begin to notice things. They start lying. They cheat. They steal. They inflict pain with knowing malice. That darling, is when you get the heck out of there. So to recap, a warning; watch out for those friends who're really foes.
But the moment when the sneaking suspicion that your friend, no, family member, is really a foe, a Senator Palpatine emerging as Darth Sidious, it doesn't make you mad, it doesn't make you hate them, it breaks your heart. How do I know? It just happened today.
At the moment I am in a happy relationship with a girl (of course), for privacy reasons, her name will be Donna. Me and Donna are really close, we've been dating for one and a half months, she's a Mormon, born into it. I however, plan to be for I wasn't.
Donna has a best friend who we'll call Janie. She is a victim of bipolar disorder. She has a crush on my friend Dan.
Just last night we were hanging out at my house, Donna and I were cuddling, when I hear a growling sound from behind me like a pissed off leopard in a field of cattle. We cuddle anyway despite the protest of Janie. Later that night around, I would say, 11 p.m. to midnight, we were talking in a chat room and honestly I don't remember the conversation clearly. So I told Donna I loved her and went to sleep.
The next morning Donna sends me a message that she thinks that Janie's saying that she's a jerk. For breaking a promise that was that Donna wouldn't act all lovey dovey with me around Janie. This event is currently unraveling, it's interesting, maybe I should write a novella of it.
But my thought is that Janie should be happy about me and Donna, being Donna's best friend and all. So far, I sense that the possibility of Janie guilt tripping Donna is beyond a questionable doubt. I think that that promise was made with malice and only accepted by Donna out of pity.
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