An interesting thing happened to me last weekend; I would have written sooner but this took my by surprise.

So let me set up the scene, Saturday evening, one of my best friends is set to come over around six pm, whom I have not seen in weeks. Six o’clock rolls around and sure enough she comes over, we talk, we laugh, just as we used to back in the day (three weeks ago). Somehow I upset her extremely, how, I do not know, but what I do know is that she is now not speaking to me.

Let’s fast-forward now, to three hours later, another friend of mine is set to visit me. She comes over we talk, we laugh, just as we used to back in the day (8 months ago). This time I do not upset her, and decide that we need to go to Target, because who does not love Target!

While we are shopping through the store, my thoughts are, “We are having such a jubilant time, I am glad that we were able to find time to spend together!” We leave Target (I think I should get ad-revenue from Target for this) and start to drive back to my home. The setting is dark, Saturday night, and traffic is manageable, somehow the topic changes and she lays a hard truth on me that I am critical, cynical, and far too sarcastic; it is not that she has not seen me for eight months due to lack of free time, it is that she has avoided me for eight months due to my criticality. The bomb was dropped! I have no idea what to say, she profusely apologizes as I tell her that she has done nothing wrong.

This last week I have been very depressed—melancholy is more suitable I suppose, maybe a mix between the two. So much so anyway that I have sulked in the dark and drank an entire bottle of Pinot Grigio, admittedly not the most intelligent thing to do on any night before I must work the next morning, but I did. Talking this over with the greatest person in the world via Skype, Sarah (not Chuck Norris, though I wish.)

Sarah is unfathomably incredible; she can be abrasive as she always speaks her mind, which is something that I admire to now end. Normally I am the same way, and I feel that is what got me into the debacle with my friends, as Sarah and I talked I realized that yeah I may be a critical person but if someone cannot take the truth than just maybe they are not my friends.

I fully feel that I am done with being depressed, I have come to accept of myself that I am a person that says what I feel and speaks my mind, and I content if people can’t deal with what I am, who really needs friends anyway?

I am feeling tremendously introspective and so my post is being cut off here in hopes that no one will get sick of me. I hope to post again soon, peace out everyone.