Do I always have to talk reality? Yes, I do.
Do I talk about my life? Yes, I do.
Do I make up situations based on obsevation? Yes, I do.
Here is the scenario: So your best friend and your boyfriend are walking up to you after class.
A smart girl, a girl who knows a thing or two, would do something like this:
She looks at her boyfriend.
She thinks "Ooh he is looking really good today. I'm so lucky to be with him."
She then turns to her best friend.
She says "What's up. I been wanting to talk to you all day."
She says hi to boyfriend.
She might even kiss him.
But she continues on with the conversation with her best friend.
She knows that her best friend will always be there for her, even when he breaks her heart.
A dumb girl, a girl who needs to learn a thing or two, would do something like this:
She looks at her boyfriend.
She thinks "Ooh he is lookng really good today. I'm so lucky to be with him."
She glances over at her best friend.
She runs to the boyfriend.
She kisses him and says, "Hi, baby, how was your day."
She turns to say hi to the friend.
She might give her a hug.
But she turns all the way around and continues the conversation with her boyfriend.
She thinks he'll always be there, but she won't have a best friend by her side anymore when he breaks her heart.
To the dumb girls:
Hi, I was your best friend. I thought we were stuck like glue. I guess it wasn't super glue, because you ripped and tore your way apart from me. Now all that's left to show is this red patch of irritated skin on my entire right side. I still remember how our hearts beat the same. I still remember all the sentences we said together. I still remember it all. But I'll soon forget all those good things, because you have made all those good things vanish. You tore from my side and now it seems a glue stick has stuck you to a boy you swear you are in love with. That glue won't stick long. I'm sorry that when I walk up to you to talk, and you're with him, I'm really just a light pole that happened to move itself between you two. You have turned your back on the only thing that was real. I'm sorry that, though I have always been there for you, I just wasn't good enough. Don't worry though, I will find new friends. Just know that when he rips away from you, I won't be there to put the torn little pieces back together. You will have to find a glue stick and do that all by yourself.
Do I talk about my life? Yes, I do.
Do I make up situations based on obsevation? Yes, I do.
Here is the scenario: So your best friend and your boyfriend are walking up to you after class.
A smart girl, a girl who knows a thing or two, would do something like this:
She looks at her boyfriend.
She thinks "Ooh he is looking really good today. I'm so lucky to be with him."
She then turns to her best friend.
She says "What's up. I been wanting to talk to you all day."
She says hi to boyfriend.
She might even kiss him.
But she continues on with the conversation with her best friend.
She knows that her best friend will always be there for her, even when he breaks her heart.
A dumb girl, a girl who needs to learn a thing or two, would do something like this:
She looks at her boyfriend.
She thinks "Ooh he is lookng really good today. I'm so lucky to be with him."
She glances over at her best friend.
She runs to the boyfriend.
She kisses him and says, "Hi, baby, how was your day."
She turns to say hi to the friend.
She might give her a hug.
But she turns all the way around and continues the conversation with her boyfriend.
She thinks he'll always be there, but she won't have a best friend by her side anymore when he breaks her heart.
To the dumb girls:
Hi, I was your best friend. I thought we were stuck like glue. I guess it wasn't super glue, because you ripped and tore your way apart from me. Now all that's left to show is this red patch of irritated skin on my entire right side. I still remember how our hearts beat the same. I still remember all the sentences we said together. I still remember it all. But I'll soon forget all those good things, because you have made all those good things vanish. You tore from my side and now it seems a glue stick has stuck you to a boy you swear you are in love with. That glue won't stick long. I'm sorry that when I walk up to you to talk, and you're with him, I'm really just a light pole that happened to move itself between you two. You have turned your back on the only thing that was real. I'm sorry that, though I have always been there for you, I just wasn't good enough. Don't worry though, I will find new friends. Just know that when he rips away from you, I won't be there to put the torn little pieces back together. You will have to find a glue stick and do that all by yourself.
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