Blind Prophecy

One of my old buddies used to use the most adorable little expression when at a loss for whatever else to say because a situation is just too much to handle…
“Well, fuck me running, with a duck.”

Yeah, it about sums up my emotional state right now. L is breaking up with J again, and I’m being the good friend who talks on the phone all night and brings over Ben & Jerry’s, blah blah blah… I love L and have tried to support him in working things out with J, but I don’t want my entire friendship with him to be defined as the guy who’s there when things are bad. Because when things are good, we’re still friends, but we don’t talk or hang out nearly as much.

I announced that I was leaving during our Pride meeting last night. Now, if only everyone will step up to the plate and do their work instead of crying “what are we going to do without you? how can we possibly go on?” Seriously, I’m touched but not impressed by the hysterics and melodrama. I’d be much more impressed if they worked proactively to help me get as much done in the next month as possible.

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