Of deal breakers, twilight and Ashley.
Why is it that any decent thoughts only enter my head in the early hours of the mornings? Can someone please explain to me this with a simple trivia fact?
I was sitting here at work, trying not to pass out on a sheepskin with a pair of uggs as a pillow, and just happened to think about friendships. More specifically was I thinking about those awkward moments when your newly acquainted boyfriend or girlfriend, or a cockatoo, or a goat, or whatever it is that floats your boat doesn’t like your friends. Also I was thinking about the difficult periods in life when your friends are becoming annoying as hell, and their dumbness frustrates you, and just looking at them makes you grind your teeth to sand.
See, here’s what I realised - once you hit a certain level of maturity ( I’m not saying age here because, God knows, some people stay a ding-dong until way into their 50s) making friendships becomes a terrible terrible torture.
Oh how I dread the small talk and mutual artificial niceness that surrounds those first uncomfortable conversations, during which you are desperately trying to find common interests and not to judge the fact the person you are talking to you ACTUALLY likes twilight movies.
So yea. After a couple of traumatic experiences you come to realise that those few weirdo friends you have - are really the only ones that you have. FOREVER. Unless, you know. They run your mum over with a car. Talk about those deal breakers ha?
And then you become forgiving. It’s no longer “Ashley kissed a boy I like”. It becomes more of a “Ashley is a slut and loves drama too much, but she is always loyal and can handle her liquor”.
So the moral of this 9am mess is - I need a coffee. Jesus what a memorandum. Ok. Back to uggs now.