Lately I've been attempting to rebuild some bridges. I've decided not to let all of these stories be over. There are some friends that I've lost and people that have hurt me. I've confronted some of them lately, letting them know that they hurt me (I guess in some cases people can be dense enough to not realize it). It's been a good practice.
The reality is, the situation with Chip has been emotionally draining. I guess I'm trying to spend some time working on friendships. Also, as emotionally drained as I've been, I give a whole lot less of a shit about what people think. So now is a good time for confronting people.
But I guess what I wanted to say is that my life and my friends are not all bad. In fact, I have a lot of friends who are typically better friends to me than I am to them. I really fail as a friend sometimes. And I'm so glad for that. Not that I'm a bad friend. But I'm glad that there are people that care about me enough to be my friend even though I'm not very good at it (as evidenced by the previous stories).
Chip is my last story of friends that have left me behind.
But I have some stories about friends that haven't. Friends that are the best. These are the stories I'm going to focus on.
