I went back to Reading with my girl on Friday to hang out with some of my friends and for her to meet them. It was bittersweet. I don't miss the town at all and I really wanted to get outta there by moving. I remember telling most of my "friends" from Reading in reply to them saying "we will miss you". I told most of them this: "no you won't. After a few days you will start to forget, you will say that you will keep in touch but you won't and slowly you will erase me from your memory and I will do the same to you. So don't placate me by saying that, I am glad to be leaving".
Is that harsh? Fuck yea, but a reality. I keep in touch with a few people that mean a lot to me as friends. Nate, my coworker and bud for about 9 years. Been there for me to bitch and yell at and vice versa, a good friend. Katie and Suzanne they go hand in hand. Two great girls who make a point to stay in touch with me and won't allow me to forget them.... wait, that may be stalking. My musician peep Tom, the Biz, Mike the 6-9 biker bastard, and Brandy who is really a cool girl.
Going home and seeing the reality of what I said was a little depressing. It kind of makes you realize how people don't really give a shit about you and only what you can do for them. People hounded me about me leaving the bar and moving, a guy hounded me about the tattoo I designed for him. Part of the reason why I didn't give it to him yet is because he isn't paying me for it and he also hounds me like a freak about it. If he was paying me, he'd have it by now, but he never even offered anything even when I told him it would be a hard piece to design... fucker. And Friday when I saw him, the first thing he said to me was "where's the tattoo?".
I was in a funk over that shit because of the harsh reality of life. Very few people really care about you and you can't go home again. My home is created with the girl I want to create it with. Granted it was only a few weeks that I was away, but it is like I am out of their minds already.
I expected people to be that way, but it still smacks you in the mouth hard. My real friends are the ones I care enough about to keep in touch with and visit and allow to visit me, they know who they are and I am grateful to have them.
The ones I care about and who care enough about me to keep in touch, thank you. To the ones that don't... fuck you.
Is that harsh? Fuck yea, but a reality. I keep in touch with a few people that mean a lot to me as friends. Nate, my coworker and bud for about 9 years. Been there for me to bitch and yell at and vice versa, a good friend. Katie and Suzanne they go hand in hand. Two great girls who make a point to stay in touch with me and won't allow me to forget them.... wait, that may be stalking. My musician peep Tom, the Biz, Mike the 6-9 biker bastard, and Brandy who is really a cool girl.
Going home and seeing the reality of what I said was a little depressing. It kind of makes you realize how people don't really give a shit about you and only what you can do for them. People hounded me about me leaving the bar and moving, a guy hounded me about the tattoo I designed for him. Part of the reason why I didn't give it to him yet is because he isn't paying me for it and he also hounds me like a freak about it. If he was paying me, he'd have it by now, but he never even offered anything even when I told him it would be a hard piece to design... fucker. And Friday when I saw him, the first thing he said to me was "where's the tattoo?".
I was in a funk over that shit because of the harsh reality of life. Very few people really care about you and you can't go home again. My home is created with the girl I want to create it with. Granted it was only a few weeks that I was away, but it is like I am out of their minds already.
I expected people to be that way, but it still smacks you in the mouth hard. My real friends are the ones I care enough about to keep in touch with and visit and allow to visit me, they know who they are and I am grateful to have them.
The ones I care about and who care enough about me to keep in touch, thank you. To the ones that don't... fuck you.
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