every day gets better
i’ve told two lifelong friends of the whole story. i’ve shared the sordid details with about a handful of curious new friends. i gave the same spiel, without missing a beat on every occasion. and it’s funny because the more times i told it, the more i became confused about how it really started to end.
and as usual, in the wee hours of the morning, i decided to go online and dig through my archives and find out how it all started…how this mess was unraveled. and as usual, my Friendster blog gets the first dibs on the scoop.
it was my mistake. i started it. i shouldn’t have run my mouth like that. it was totally uncalled for. i should’ve just let the cards fall where they were supposed to. i shouldn’t have stopped what was supposed to be a peaceful good-bye, instead i asked that the person stay for a while and let go of the steam in my presence. and it just got me into this abyss. it was actually absurd how that conversation started. it was quite shallow really. i can’t believe all this started with weight issues. OMG. but what else can i do? what’s done is done.
whether or not i said something uncalled for, it would’ve ended the same way - the end. that’s what we call fate. it was the inevitable.
i don’t have to cry over spilled milk. all i can do is move on from it and take the lessons learned, hoping that the person who shared that conversation with me feels the same way.
