1. Unheeding tears streaming down my face because a realization harnessed itself on to me. I have a friend who is, for all intents and purposes, the friend of friends, and whose brain is necessary for my brain's survival. Once I get into a certain emotional spot, I get into my own head and can't get out. I'm glad she was able to hear me out and reassure me. Our friendship is dynamic. So many things aren't fixed in space, they can't be pinpointed, and they most certainly cannot be relived, redone or undone. I'm so thankful that there is a plane where I can be myself and be a friend with my friend.
2. I once wrote a cryptic parable about a certain boat I couldn't float. So, what does it mean when this boat calls me from time to time?
a. This boat called me on my birthday.
b. This boat called me two days after that.
c. This boat called me today.
I enjoy talking to the boat. It's not like I don't want the boat to call me. I told the boat that I was fine being friends, and perhaps the boat is simply communicating to me that it is fine being friends, too. But I have a question for the boat that I will probably never ask: Before any talk of floating was mentioned, we engaged in unphoned communication. But since you made it clear that you aren't interested in floating, and since I accepted that declaration gracefully and moved on, you've felt free to engage in more personal, phoned communication. Is it curious for me to be curious about this? Care you to explain the disconnect between "not being interested" and "calling you up on the phone," kind sir?
3. Friend zone (see #8). Friend zone is still in the friend zone. Just let friend zone stay in the friend zone until further notice. It's just that the notice seems much further off than I'd like. So . . . right. I have no other option than to keep it friendly, and keep it in the zone.
2 comments:
the boat is crazy, it ought to recognize. but, as we well know, they seldom do. what makes sense to us, for whatever reason, isn't enough to move them. stupid, stupid boats.
also, i hate the friend zone with a searing hot hate. least desireable neighborhood ever.
Yeah, the boat situation is kind of . . . whatever. I won't say confusing. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, our relationship has already been defined. However, I can't help but wonder if the fact that I basically said, "Good day, kind sir" and kept it moving after he declared his non-interest paradoxically piqued his interest. If things ever get uncomfortably ambiguous, I hope that I'll be woman enough to re-clarify things.
The friend zone is not fun, but that's where the other guy has to stay for now. Actually, it's where both of them will stay indefinitely unless something changes.
And right now, truth be told, I'd better not hold my breath . . .
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