Two of my very best friends who moved out here to live with me are turning into such fucking assholes, I can't believe it. At times I feel like I don't recognize them anymore.
They've jumped on the California bandwagon full-force: Eastern religion, quitting smoking, yoga and a riddance to all wardrobe that is even slightly "Manhattan." Fine. Great. So be it. It's great for people to find a way to feel as though they're bettering themselves and feel like they're making progress.
What's not fine, however, is shoving it down my eentsy throat and treating me like shit in response to me not joining their new "lifestyle." The ego-trip they're riding is turning into a lack of compassion for me. What's worse is that they feel completely justified in treating me like shit now that they've reached their "higher plane." It's like L. Ron Hubbard landed his space ship in their god damn frontal lobes.
Since I can't seem to subscribe to their spiritual path, do not feel the urge to quit smoking any time soon and still involve myself in the cultural life of my peers, I guess that makes me abuse-worthy. It's actually only making me hostile.
I'm getting to that "I'm done" point and it's making me pretty unhappy. But, sometimes one has to do what one has to do. The vacuum of suckiness is swallowing them whole. Hope they find an exit.
In lieu of the above... I require alternative human contact.
They've jumped on the California bandwagon full-force: Eastern religion, quitting smoking, yoga and a riddance to all wardrobe that is even slightly "Manhattan." Fine. Great. So be it. It's great for people to find a way to feel as though they're bettering themselves and feel like they're making progress.
What's not fine, however, is shoving it down my eentsy throat and treating me like shit in response to me not joining their new "lifestyle." The ego-trip they're riding is turning into a lack of compassion for me. What's worse is that they feel completely justified in treating me like shit now that they've reached their "higher plane." It's like L. Ron Hubbard landed his space ship in their god damn frontal lobes.
Since I can't seem to subscribe to their spiritual path, do not feel the urge to quit smoking any time soon and still involve myself in the cultural life of my peers, I guess that makes me abuse-worthy. It's actually only making me hostile.
I'm getting to that "I'm done" point and it's making me pretty unhappy. But, sometimes one has to do what one has to do. The vacuum of suckiness is swallowing them whole. Hope they find an exit.
In lieu of the above... I require alternative human contact.
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We need to come down here together and raise some serious hell. Aside from the humidity, its nirvana. Po Boys, giant burgers and all the liquor you can drink. Yeah, we need to spend some time here. You ready?