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Alright. I have this story idea, and I think I'm going to write it. However, a part of me feels like it would be really horrible to write.
See, here's the thing. Joel had this friend when we first started dating. His best friend. Bret. It was a while after we started dating before I finally met him, but I heard lots of stories about him, so I kind of knew OF him, even if I didn't actually KNOW him. And then, at long last, we DID meet. And I could never understand why Joel liked him so much. Dude was a total douche canoe. He was selfish, arrogant, and seemed to think he was God's gift to women. On top of that, he, for god knows what reason, decided he disliked me intensely and therefore constantly attempted to undermine our relationship. There were a few minor clashes between us, but for the most part I just held my tongue when it came to anything concerning Bret in an attempt to keep the peace. Finally, though, things came to a head when Bret called Joel the afternoon of my "yay, I graduated from college" party and wanted him to go barhopping with him that night. Joel said no because, hello, we'd had plans for months, and Bret got mad. They talked a few days later, and from what I was told, they basically mutually told each other to fuck off and just stopped talking.
Fast forward a great while, and Bret is all engaged and on facebook, making friends with Joel and trying to invite him over to his apartment. Joel makes excuses not to go, deciding that while he's willing to let bygones be bygones, he really doesn't want to hang out with Bret ever. Fast forward more, and Joel gets a call from one of his other friends, telling him that Bret died in a car accident.
Long story short, Joel's best friend when we first started dating was a huge douche and treated me like shit. He made many attempts to undermine our relationship, which ultimately led to the two of them having a falling out. A while after they stopped talking (I want to say like a year or so, but I'm not sure...not important to the story, though), Bret died in a car accident, and that's that. Or should have been. However, I still find myself ruminating on all the bullshit that I went through at his hands, all the shit he talked about me, all the fucked up stuff he did to try to break us up, and as horrible as it probably is, just hearing his name still really pisses me off. Which is why I want to write a story. To get all the ridiculousness that went on while he and Joel were still friends out on paper and, hopefully, out of my head.
It's pretty apparent from this blog post that I don't have issues when it comes to speaking ill of the dead. But it seems kind of fucked up to write a story about what an asshole this guy was when he's no longer alive.
So....
Is it?
See, here's the thing. Joel had this friend when we first started dating. His best friend. Bret. It was a while after we started dating before I finally met him, but I heard lots of stories about him, so I kind of knew OF him, even if I didn't actually KNOW him. And then, at long last, we DID meet. And I could never understand why Joel liked him so much. Dude was a total douche canoe. He was selfish, arrogant, and seemed to think he was God's gift to women. On top of that, he, for god knows what reason, decided he disliked me intensely and therefore constantly attempted to undermine our relationship. There were a few minor clashes between us, but for the most part I just held my tongue when it came to anything concerning Bret in an attempt to keep the peace. Finally, though, things came to a head when Bret called Joel the afternoon of my "yay, I graduated from college" party and wanted him to go barhopping with him that night. Joel said no because, hello, we'd had plans for months, and Bret got mad. They talked a few days later, and from what I was told, they basically mutually told each other to fuck off and just stopped talking.
Fast forward a great while, and Bret is all engaged and on facebook, making friends with Joel and trying to invite him over to his apartment. Joel makes excuses not to go, deciding that while he's willing to let bygones be bygones, he really doesn't want to hang out with Bret ever. Fast forward more, and Joel gets a call from one of his other friends, telling him that Bret died in a car accident.
Long story short, Joel's best friend when we first started dating was a huge douche and treated me like shit. He made many attempts to undermine our relationship, which ultimately led to the two of them having a falling out. A while after they stopped talking (I want to say like a year or so, but I'm not sure...not important to the story, though), Bret died in a car accident, and that's that. Or should have been. However, I still find myself ruminating on all the bullshit that I went through at his hands, all the shit he talked about me, all the fucked up stuff he did to try to break us up, and as horrible as it probably is, just hearing his name still really pisses me off. Which is why I want to write a story. To get all the ridiculousness that went on while he and Joel were still friends out on paper and, hopefully, out of my head.
It's pretty apparent from this blog post that I don't have issues when it comes to speaking ill of the dead. But it seems kind of fucked up to write a story about what an asshole this guy was when he's no longer alive.
So....
Is it?