The Prosperity Burger is going to ruin my diet plans.
All. Of. It.
Wedding planning and all the headache that comes with it
The title says it all.
Mom wants this.
Dad says this.
Fiance prefers neutral zone (aka not making a decision for anything)
What about what I want?
Mom wants this.
Dad says this.
Fiance prefers neutral zone (aka not making a decision for anything)
What about what I want?
From friends to possibly strangers
Have been giving a lot of thought about friendship lately.
I have an old friend of nearly 20 years who I was always comfortable with and assumed she felt the same about me. She isn't my best friend, but we were close enough that we know almost everything else that went on in each other's lives.
I feel that I've been a good friend to her.
I know I am.
I was there when her boyfriend did horrible things and they broke up several times. I took her (and her self-invited boyfriend) to expensive birthday lunches and got her gifts for her birthday every year. I even supported her business via promotion on social media and purchasing an expensive product from her.
It wasn't until this year when I realised she hasn't been that great of a friend to me. I never got birthday gifts from her. She took me to casual cafes ONLY for my birthdays. She doesn't support any of my businesses (neither purchase nor promotion). She even sold me some of her products at an elevated price.
I think I got too comfortable with the idea of her as a friend that I was never calculative over the gives and takes in our relationship. But as I hit 30 this year, I begin to want to only have good, appreciative friends in my life.
Unfortunately, she does not make the cut.
I have an old friend of nearly 20 years who I was always comfortable with and assumed she felt the same about me. She isn't my best friend, but we were close enough that we know almost everything else that went on in each other's lives.
I feel that I've been a good friend to her.
I know I am.
I was there when her boyfriend did horrible things and they broke up several times. I took her (and her self-invited boyfriend) to expensive birthday lunches and got her gifts for her birthday every year. I even supported her business via promotion on social media and purchasing an expensive product from her.
It wasn't until this year when I realised she hasn't been that great of a friend to me. I never got birthday gifts from her. She took me to casual cafes ONLY for my birthdays. She doesn't support any of my businesses (neither purchase nor promotion). She even sold me some of her products at an elevated price.
I think I got too comfortable with the idea of her as a friend that I was never calculative over the gives and takes in our relationship. But as I hit 30 this year, I begin to want to only have good, appreciative friends in my life.
Unfortunately, she does not make the cut.
Space to speak
I started this.
All because I went through an old email, found old emails from him and read through all the shit we has documented through a series of chats and emails.
They were not pretty. Our relationship was volatile, dark and negative.
How had I put up with it? – I wondered while reading everything.
Then I dug out his blog and went through it too. And then hers.
Both struck me as similarly as blogs of bitter exes who lost someone (me and my partner) and were stuck in echoes of pain with no closure.
It made me want to have a space to speak such things too, though without declaring who I really am.
Not that I'm in any pain at the moment.
It's just an outlet for frustration that I cannot speak on my own channels – for fear of insulting people around me.
Black (or BLVCK) seems to be an appropriate name, for me to expose my dark thoughts without being judged.
We'll see how this goes.
All because I went through an old email, found old emails from him and read through all the shit we has documented through a series of chats and emails.
They were not pretty. Our relationship was volatile, dark and negative.
How had I put up with it? – I wondered while reading everything.
Then I dug out his blog and went through it too. And then hers.
Both struck me as similarly as blogs of bitter exes who lost someone (me and my partner) and were stuck in echoes of pain with no closure.
It made me want to have a space to speak such things too, though without declaring who I really am.
Not that I'm in any pain at the moment.
It's just an outlet for frustration that I cannot speak on my own channels – for fear of insulting people around me.
Black (or BLVCK) seems to be an appropriate name, for me to expose my dark thoughts without being judged.
We'll see how this goes.