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Friday, July 29, 2005

A Friend of Mine...

Maybe this is more common in the life of a student, and an ex-bar hound, but as far as I know, there are always those people in your life who fall between the friend, and friendly aquaintance categories. How do you define someone who knows your life story, the life story of all your closest friends and family, all your quirks and foibles, yet not your last name, phone number, or city of residence?
There's always that akward moment when you introduce those people to your defined friends, "This is my friend, so-and-so, you know, the such-and-such. So-and-so, this is Someone, my.....(quick retreat from committing) from class."
I gotta quit that. That fear of violating the non-sexualized relationship border sucks just as much as the sexualized relationship border. Difference is, honestly, if you like that person, and think of them as a friend, just go with it. If they think you're a fucking putz, chances are they'll find a way to absence themselves fairly quickly.
Course, this could fall over into the relationship territory too, but I'm just not willing to go there. Everyone's my friend, in my books, (if you're not, you'll know it), not the same with the whole boyfriend concept, no matter how much you know about my Tasmania freckle. Especially since there's nothing as silly as the term 'boyfriend.' Except maybe 'girlfriend.'
Need to find a new way to shorten the "This is the person I'm fucking and will promptly quit fucking, and potentially steal the favourite shirt of, if they begin fucking someone else. Oh, and they make a mean hashbrown," term.
Anyway, the point was, from now on I'm gonna quit scoping out the friend territory. If I like you, you're my friend. Not waiting for a precise definition to arrive. If you don't like that, sucks to be you, better move town, and get an unlisted number, while you're at it. 'Cause one of these days, my internet's getting cut, then I'm gonna have to hit the phone with these random thoughts.
Oh my.

6 Comments:

Blogger PornStar said...

I can relate to this one all to easily. I will tell anyone my life story if I can get a word in...*wink, wink*

8/03/2005 11:25 PM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

pornstar:
hittin' up your life story right now...

8/03/2005 11:28 PM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

Nope. You ain't bloggin. Make's me think I know who you are, and if I'm right, I so owe you one for that e-mail...

8/03/2005 11:31 PM  
Blogger PornStar said...

Sorry couldn't help it...the email that is...got a few of you with it...

8/04/2005 8:17 AM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

Porny: I've only got one, so far. You owe me your secrets, man. (Good thing I didn't go with more than seven, had to think about that one!)

8/04/2005 9:34 AM  
Blogger PornStar said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...well the responses are still rolling in...do you really think I will reveal my secrets...ok already did, but was damn freaking funny...there are things that I can't reveal though LMAO

8/04/2005 12:49 PM  

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