This guy drives me nuts. I like him hugely but he really knows how to poke the tiger with a stick. He was a pivotal part of a group of us from years back. As is the fatmammycat way, I of course fell out with this group and in a burst of tears and 'fuck yous!' I went abroad and lived a very good life for a time.
I stayed in touch with this friend and we hashed out our differences. I did no such thing with the other lot and to this day they can still go fuck themselves with razor wire, although naturally I wish them well.
So far so dandy right? I mean we're not kids, we don't have to 'make friends' right?
Well apparently not. Because here I am sitting scowlingly at my desk -hungover- with my ears ringing from another evening's bout of 'But why can't we all just get along?'
This kind of thing wears a person down after a while. I know there are some people in the world who hate not talking to people and despair over bad feelings, I'm not one of them. I think if you don't like a person or their actions then there is no earthly reason to have anything to do with them again.
Is this wrong?
I don't care if it is or not. Life is not a bloody school yard.
That is all.
Where the jiggery balls are the painkillers.