July 20, 2007

  • Life Aint That Bad

        I just freed myself from a very negative friendship. For some
    reason--maybe it was from watching TV or some other mass-consumed
    propaganda--there was this ideal imprinted in my head that with every
    split comes sadness. However, any prior beliefs of that have been
    thrown out the window. In fact, after not-so-elegantly burning incinerating this bridge, I have felt much happier and appreciative towards real friends.

        The truth is, I have real friends who will stand up for me instead of
    talk me down behind my back. I have friends who will call me wanting to
    hang out all hours of my life, instead of always making up small
    excuses to avoid contact with me. I have friends who genuinely love me
    as much as I love them, and don't just put up a two-front façade just
    to appease whoever their current company is.

        This rift is some sort of blessing; certainly, it was a blessing in
    hideous garb, but a blessing ne'ertheless. Be it my horoscope's lucky
    day, Odin's hanging tree sacrifice for nine days, or even the holy
    touch of Yahweh himself, I'm thankful.

        And maybe I should feel pity on my old acquaintance, if only to repay
    her for the pity she claims to have for me, but I am dwelling on a
    quote by Nietzsche:


    "To show pity is felt as a sign of contempt because one has clearly ceased to be an object of fear as soon as one is pitied."

        This is what keeps me from pitying this girl (who, out of my waning
    respect, shall remain nameless). She is still an object of fear. What
    is truly intimidating about her is how she will cast aside a friendship
    when she has so few friends left. Since high school, she has
    magnificently repelled many of those once considered close to her, and
    now all she has left is a hollow shell where only a faltering romance
    and weak family values dwindle.

        While I do hope she never becomes
    completely alone in the world--as that is a fate I wouldn't wish upon
    even my greatest enemy--I will not be surprised when I find that day
    come around. To quote Electric Light Orchestra's "Evil Woman": "You made the wine, now you drink the cup."

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