I hate the word "frenemy"

Dec 20, 2014 03:52

but I also hate the feeling that some people only show up on social media to rub my face in it. But still, why do I care?Why does it still bother me to feel like I'm in some(as far as I know, totally fake) competition to be The Gimpiest Princess of Them All, or whatever(being ahead in school in the earlier grades and AMAZING my neighbors by ( Read more... )

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debg December 20 2014, 17:00:05 UTC
Fuck, we're alive. From where I'm sitting, that qualifies as "winning".

Drawing breath every day and wondering what is going to make us light up for the next 24 hours is really the only prize, surely? Everything else is a perq. At 60, with this particular disease, I'll take the "oh look, I'm alive and doing shit" and go from there.

But it must complicate things to worry about what the rest of the world thinks. As you know, I mostly don't, and I'm betting that easy-ups my life a lot.

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That's the thing... chicating December 20 2014, 18:15:58 UTC
I might have said I didn't, but I'm not quite there, yet.
(and sometimes I think I'm failing myself, too, but Rome wasn't built in a day, no matter how much you might wish that it was.)
Maybe this old half-a-friendship isn't really worth it anymore. I mean, we kind of leaned on each other when we were in bad times, but maybe it needs us both to share bad times to be effective...

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Re: That's the thing... debg December 20 2014, 18:38:17 UTC
Yep. That's why I ended up relegating the friend of 45 years plus to an acquaintance. When it stops being nourishing, I move on. Just the history is not generally enough if the rest of it tastes like leftovers gone bad.

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