For the boys

You know. I’ve been wondering why I don’t have many friends. In general I have about three friends in the state of Colorado. Roughly. Two of them being the life time kind. I consider them at least that way. And I get along better with the male. Brett. Because. He’s not always into the heavy end of things. He knows how to get a good laugh outta anything. But. Does that mean he covers up things that hurt him with jokes? No. He gets angry. But likes to think he’s a big man. So he doesn’t cry. So when Kara Cara Kira yeah. What’s her name left him. He was. Steeming. Erupted. But I’m sure I missed the part where he cried? Yeah.

Mad D though. She. I wish I could be with her right now. To just. Make sure she’s not hurting her self. In anyway. To begin with. We became best friends because we are self proclaimed guy’s girls. Tom boys. Rough and tough. Sure. We don’t need men. They are brainless twits. Until you meet one you want. Right. I don’t know why we started a man hater club. I mean I really don’t anyhow. My best friends. My brothers are men. Or will be. But I think the reason we had the “who need’s ’em” attitude was because neither of us wanted to commit. Or get hurt. Or admit that there was some truth to love. I’m skipping around a bit, but I’m sure you follow. And Mad D had a big fight with her boy. He said he didn’t know if he loved her anymore. And she’s a mess. She needs someone right now. She’s gonna be torn up for a while. While as Brett. Do you get what I’m saying? Do men just recover faster? Is that what it is?

But I think where I was going with this was. I think the majority of my friends have been male because I have tried to avoid awkward situations. Like Mad D calling me in a ball of tears. I mean what do you say. Can’t say it’ll be better. Because. You don’t know that. You can’t say he’s not worth it. Because he was obviously worth something to her. It’s an insult to her, right? I just don’t know how to be comforting. How to make it stop.

And maybe my approach is wrong. It’s wrong to say men aren’t just as emotional. It’s just the men I know deal with break ups differently. They write angry songs. They spread dirty rumors. They drink. They do the breaking. Or they just stay bitter. And don’t cry.

So in general? Are people just unstable? That’s what it is right? People just get turned around. Get twisted. Over love. I don’t know what I think of love lately. Talk about mixed signals. I’ve seen the bright side. I saw someone give up on a family. Then turn around. Turn the lights on, and came back home.

I’ve seen people turn their backs, and not come back home. I’ve seen that too.

I’ve seen one of my brothers get so enamoured with a woman that he forgets to call his family. When my dad was in the hospital. But let’s not turn this into a pity party.

I’ve seen my parents fight like the state of the nation were at hand. Then turn around and call each other hunny ‘ko. That’s their pet names. How sweet.

And on that note. I’m gonna plan on a flight to Florida. Or atleast dream about it.

*Foot note: I think I spelled enamoured wrong, and also I saw PunchDrunkLove, again.