Have you every had a friend who you feel keeps you around, or that you keep around, because it would just be too much effort to break it off and go your separate friendly ways? Like the history between you has become a shackle instead of a bond.
I think its similar to the very end of a romantic relationship where things drift into the stale and static. You’re familiar with their personal plot. All excitement and energy is gone, replaced by, what - ? You lean on each other in stress, ask for advice, do things together, chat about the goings of your life, sure, but -? Their presence no longer registers as companion but as company.
Their absence would not be too great to bear. One less birthday card, one less phone call to worry about. Not much. You’re not moved any which way by anything they could do or say these days.
How does a once roaring friendship become colorless? When did we stop investing ourselves? For how long have I been blinking sitting across from you not realizing the picture was fading?
Do this one thing for me
and I’ll never ask you again for anything else-
just tell me how it began!
"I have wished you dead and myself dead,
How could it be otherwise.
I have broken into you like a burglar
And you’ve set your dogs on me.
You have been a hurricane to me
And a pile of broken sticks
A child could kick.
I have climbed you like a monument, gasping,
For the exercise and the view,
And leaned over the railing at the top–
Strong and warm, that summer wind."
If you haven’t heard this you’re life is incomplete.
What the hell
I cant stop laughing OH MY GOD
The guy sounds like Will Arnett, which makes the chicken noises that much more disturbing/hilarious.
If you really wanted to, you would.
one of the worst things about becoming educated on social issues is when people are like ‘you used to have a sense of humor’
no i used to have internalized prejudices which i’ve worked really hard to overcome and i realize now that your jokes are shitty
"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."