You keep rolling with the punches

Someone said I should start writing again. So I am.

(Not that I usually listen to what people say but some people have more pull on me than others. And he's cute so ngeh)

A lot can change in a matter of minutes. Seconds. Mili-seconds. Nanomircominiskirtseconds.

For instance - you can fall in love, fall out of love, fall out of favour, make decisions that can change the wind in your sails and I can go on and on but there's no point in that because I'm pretty sure you know where I am going with this.

Point is, people change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. We evolve, we have to. Humans who stay stagnant in their cocoons of comfort (or discomfort) are useless to society and to themselves. You go on auto-pilot for the rest of your lives while Ayn Rand gives you the middle finger.

So change is good even if it springs from unfortunate circumstances. It gives you more options to screw over, more doors to maybe nail shut and more fingers to trample on. Generally, it makes life more exciting.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm not about to sit by and wallow about people who have hurt me or shut me out of their lives simply for being me. Sure, it stung when a person I thought I knew deleted me from her life. Literally. 9 years of friendship brought to an end on facebook. It was more amusing than anything else though. I like it when people confirm my psychoanalysis on them. That said, what is done is done.

I offered friendship, companionship, a shoulder to cry on and my general insanity to be a good friend but apparently when you tell someone they have an attitude problem, that is enough for them to bypass all the support and love you have given them throughout those turbulent years.

Meh.

It's funny though. In the time I lost a friend I thought of as a sister, I gained someone I'd find closest to be a soul mate to me.

Not a bad trade off all things considered. Maybe I should give this fate thing a try?