The time I was told by a man that I was a bad influence.

So there’s this coterie of friends I have, and they tend to reflect the mood I’m in.  The ones who know me fully and deeply, know the intuitive asshole and selfish jerk I can be hover around two.  That’s right, I have two close friends, and I have known them both more than 20 years each.  There was once a third horse in the race, I know I shouldn’t refer to my friends as animals, but really…. Yeah so the third horse told me a month and a half ago, rather abruptly that I was a bad influence on him and that he couldn’t hang out with me anymore.

He sent me this lovely missive over text.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

He is over 30.

Blink.

Then again, he (or so I thought) was going to shaft me over thanksgiving dinner.

He didn’t.

 

But I don’t know.  Can one consider a person that close if they are constantly wary of you and your saturnine influence?

 

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Sheetal

Relentlessly punctual, hedonist denim-head. Inked, vain, lover of shoes, clothes, and handbags, but mostly lost causes.

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