who knew she read my blog? i received this e-mail shortly after posting...
(one name was changed to ____, the rest remains unchanged):
i suppose now I must tell you how I feel since it seems I've never done that before. When I saw you the other night, nothing was "feigned" when I expressed my happiness to you about becoming and uncle and about your wedding plans. I am very happy for you for many reasons, most of which have to do with knowing you before you met Stephen and ever thought that you would find your true love. I love the fact that you have achieved "it". I wish you every happiness in the world and then some.
I'm glad your blog was brought to my attention; sort of like reading someone's diary. What you have written was hurtful but then again, truth hurts sometimes. I accept full responsibility for my failings as a friend and for the state of my life right now. I heard all the warnings and ignored them because I thought I could figure things out for myself. I continue to do so but I do with only those that have been my friends for most of my life. I'm sorry for the friends that feel I turned my back on them; I guess the friends that I am with are the ones that never make me feel judged even when I am wrong. I've always tried to be that type of friend where I am friends with someone no matter what they do in their lives.
The only other thing that I would like to comment on is this; the fact that you think I never really liked Stephen; in the beginning, there were others that didnt really like him either but do you know what I based my fact on NOT liking him on? Clam strips; that was my reason. Ask ____, Im sure he can explain. I could but at this point it doesnt matter.
So, I am not faking my happiness for you and Stephen; you both deserve it and I wish you well.
Naturally, i replied but i won't bore you with such childishness.
2 comments:
From the disliked:
Things that we don't like, are usually things that deep down we fear. These are ultimately, things that we don't understand.
Thankfully, I am not on this earth to be liked. Had i thought otherwise, i would not have survived this long. But now, my skin is tough and my gaze piercing. Dishonest people usually avoid me. Which suits me fine. My best wishes to all involved.
I just am dying to know how you don't like someone and the answer is 'clam strips'? Sounds like a Lewis Black joke.
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