Dear High School Buddy in Town for the Weekend:

You are the biggest weirdo ever. You compulsively talk about boring crap you love regardless of audience interest, you dress like you have fashion turrets syndrome, and you obviously feel self-conscious in my social circle. You're out of your depth here. We have really grown apart.

Yet you still accept me as I am. You still would take a bullet for me, still call me on my bullshit, and still see through everybody like you have X-Ray vision or something. Wow.

I gotta put more effort into being a good friend to my real friends, huh?

Thanks for the reality check dude,

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