I probably should wait before writing something. I should probably drink chai tea, do some yoga or go to my meditation room where I will breathe deeply until my lungs hurt. But, since I have no tea, don't do yoga (don't hate me. I also don't like sushi,) and don't have a meditation room (surprise!), I'm just going to write. Besides, that's why I started writing in the first place- to have an 'outlet' for frustration. And you know, because I like to.
So. (Side note: I notice that I say "So." a lot when I'm frustrated. And it appears that I also have the urge to use a lot of brackets)
I'm frustrated.
I know this person. Let's call him... Jarvis. (And no, I don't particularly love the name Jarvis, in fact, I picked a name I dislike because I'm spiteful like that. And if you are reading this, and your name is Jarvis... I'm sorry. I'm sure you have lots of other great qualities and that millions of girls in this great big world love that name, but I don't. And I'm sorry. But not sorry enough to choose a different name.)
I digress.
Anyway, Jarvis. Jarvis has always been on of those friends that you could talk to about anything. In fact, there was a time when he was the first person I told all the big moments, bad news and exciting stories to. Jarvis was funny and thoughtful and always had something interesting to say. He asked questions. He remembered things. He held up his end of the conversation and more than once listened to me
I realize that lame is well, a lame word to use but it fits. If the Goddess of Friendship (let's name that Goddess...Isla, because that's my favorite name for a girl), so if Goddess of Friendship Isla, told Jarvis and I that we had to unload a dishwasher, it's like we went from doing everything 50/50 it being 90/10. Suddenly, all Jarvis is capable of is putting away shrimp forks. And , this may surprise you, but just putting away shrimp forks does not a friendship make. Suddenly, I'm doing all the work, asking all the questions, working at something that used to not be work.
See? Lame.
I suppose this is where you would tell me to stop acting like I'm oh, about 14 years old (again), and talk to Jarvis . And I could. But the thing is, what do you say? "Start being more like the old you, and less like the new you?", "I'm sad I don't know what to talk to you about?" Or better yet, "Do you want to just... stop being friends, because if you do, that's fine but you are going to have to tell me because I'm a girl who just don't get the 'fade out' after 12 yrs of friendship, and I'm sorry if that's hard for you to grasp, but that's just how I roll'?".
That hardly seems adult.
But I guess it's better than the alternative- stabbing him in the leg with a shrimp fork and hoping it brings the old Jarvis back,
Funny story.... ok... maybe not so funny... but, we laugh everytime....Jarvis and I are often in an environment where thuggish simpletons can, for a fee, cue the music via satellite radio, Since the song IDFWU became a thing, we get to hear it in drunken succession more often than we'd like..... it's really bad after the 4th/5th time, especially at 1:45 am, when everyone feels it necessary to sing in unison... and not the E40 part, which is tolerable (almost), but no, our lovely patrons only seem to grasp the hook, the 'I don't give a .....' parts.... Jarvis has succeeded at developing & maintaining a dignified and respectable establishment. This song sends all of our IQ points plummeting, and riles up the already borderline rowdy ones,..... Being that we couldn't figure out how to remove it or block the overplayed nonsense ,,, our next best option was to recode it.... so now, sorry Big Sean, I love ya, but AIN'T NO FUTURE IN YOUR FRONTIN, not in our well established establishment. 'When the thuggish ruggish complain, Jarvis refers to me as the responsible one & generally they;re surprised cause I'm a girl & the 40-somethings lightheartedly enjoy it, it brings back a lot of old memories from yeah, like half a lifetime ago. Then I cue up some 21 Pilots and life resumes.
I miss you, J. You were right. You're always right, but never in a cocky way, and that's why I love you. I heard every word that you said. You're ability to gauge one's character and intent is uncanny...
I should've listened to you about BOB back in November ... I'm sorry. And, I do appreciate you taking the time to hear me out with regards to CDE... I recognize and understand your concerns, but he has been nothing but 100 with me. I will make an effort with H... (if that's what you want).. but as your bff, I gotta say...that's an awfully small pond your wading in,,,,not enough depth to keep one of smartest men I know on his toes.... just silicone & Saphora...and jealousy... not used to you overlooking that. Just b/c she doesn't get the joke, doesn't mean it's about her... (and did you see what she did to the comforter & sheets in the spare BR - the one's I ordered/picked out. What was lavender & grey paisley print now has big bleach clouds billowing about... grrrrrr.... (sorry)
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