To be picky, I don’t feel I have one best friend, exactly. But one of my closer friends… I really wish he loved me like I loved him. Not in a romantic way. But just as a friend. He seems to think that he has me and I’m boring and uninteresting and he doesn’t need to actively invest any effort into me. I’ll be here and he should spend his time pursuing others for their friendship instead. It’s like unrequited love, but of the purely platonic sort. I just wish he was as committed to us as much as I am. It just makes me feel lonelier which makes me try to get him to be closer to me which makes him push me away. A cycle. A very romantic-sounding and confusing cycle, but really just a platonic one of wanting appreciation. Oh, and as to how he would react… He’d roll his eyes. He’d get indignant. He’d tell me he just can’t show it or that I’m crazy. It’s always that I’m crazy. And maybe I am, but I know he is too. And he could be for me (as a friend, as a friend, as a friend), but he just doesn’t seem to think I’m worth it.

Related articles

• Need a friend? Sure I’d like mine bubbly and happy please! (idlemindsjournal.wordpress.com)

I’m not much of a peer pressure sufferer, normally. I’m fairly rebelious and independently-minded, basically to a fault. Maybe the cultural pressure that got me to shave that first time, whenever that was. I know you’re a layperson who’s probably thinking, “Woah there, missy. Regretting shaving? You are one gross hippie freak.” But that’s kind of the idea I’m sick of, at this point in life. A girl should have the right to choose. The reality is that you lose what natural softness and sun bleaching you had when you were younger and then are perpetuating this cycle of shave, have darker hair, have to shave because your hair is darker and so on. I can’t help but think that I might be able to get away with unshaved legs today if I hadn’t done it that one first time and have saved myself a lot of hassle.

Image via Wikipedia

Realistically, darling, I can’t easily think of three things that would provide all the nutrition I need that I’d truly enjoy eating. I guess I’ll assume you’re allowing me dietary supplements. Maybe strawberries, a “Zombie Burger” from Silly’s in Portland, Maine (a fried veggie burger on garlic bread with pineapple, jalepenos, spinach and a delicious spicy sauce) and consistently good tomatoes. Though perhaps that lacks in protein… But not much more than my regular diet. I choose these things because they are delicious and, two of them (the tomatoes and the strawberries), reasonably healthy. I could get them organic and local (although the Silly’s thing might kind of tie me down to Portland… Maybe I could have it delivered).

You can’t ask me that. You can’t ask me the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. There’s so many beautiful things in the world and so many that one forgets. Recently, the most beautiful things I saw were around 7:30PM Eastern Standard Time while eating dinner in the kitchen. The sun was falling behind the hills to the west and it fell on the everything in its path in the most dramatic way. Everything twinkled like daytime stars and the shadows contrasted against the world of the living like a dark stained glass over the world. You can’t ask me why it was beautiful. You can’t ask me why it makes something in me stir. It does and it does and it does. There’s your answer.