This happens numerous times in everyone’s life: they go through an eventful breakup with a friend/boyfriend/etc., people take sides, and then you realize who your real friends are and who was just screwing you. I just went through something like that recently, and found myself in a mess of writing dumb poems, making a billion phone calls to supportive people who give a crap about me, and then just… getting over it. The getting over it process consists of watching movies, eating a bunch of junk food, discovering you suddenly can’t fit into your size two jeans anymore, and then working out like crazy just so you can get back into said size two jeans. All the while, the people on the other side of this breakup are either a) living the life or b) going through the exact same thing… except, you pray, they never fit back into their size two jeans. You hope that they turn into a blimp. Anyway. That’s not the point. The point is, that there is always someone there. That sounds really cheesy, but it’s true. There was someone on the other side of the phone, at least half-listening to all the problems you had. You whined and cried and acted like a complete and utter fool, but they were there. That’s whats important. Someone was there. For me, I was lucky, I had several people. They all probably had their own share of problems, but they took out a few hours of their time just to listen. That’s when you discover it. It’s when you discover the true friends, and you realize the break up was all for the better. You didn’t really lose friends. In truth, they were never your friends to begin with. (Now how many times has your mom told you that?) All you did was weed out the negativity and got back to the positive. That’s good. In fact, it’s necessary. So. When was the last time you weeded out the negative, embraced the positive, and just lived?
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