Hmm...
Ever had that one friend that you're just not sure why you're friends with them? Or is it only me? I have a friend that's selfish and jealous and greedy. They act as though they are the center of the universe, and makes up problems just for the attention. They'll blow things way out of porportion, and they make sure you know every detail of thier 'problems'.
Actually, complaing to a friend is fine with me. Everyone needs a place to vent. And friends are trustyworthy and can be helpful, as well as forgiving.
But she vents at me, and never lets me vent at her. I'll hear all about the things that are supposed to be going wrong in her life. She complains that everything is just crap, and that she constantly has to put up an act. I know her favorite colors, where she buys her clothes, her middle name, her birthday, her cousin's best friend's sister's goldfish's name. And she doesn't even know my last name.
The idea that this friend of mine might be selfish never actually crossed my mind untill I realized that she didn't know some pretty bigs things about me. How could you not know I love artwork and drawing? How could you not know that the majority of my time is spent on the computer?
She thought I was poor as Hell. She thinks I'm anorexic. She thot i typd liek tihs.
And the sad part is, I don't know how to distance myself from her.
But onto a happier subject, I found out that my dad used to play the guitar as well as the trumpet. My mother and I were watching Samurai champloo, and there was this bard with a guitar-like instrument. She brought up the subject about how she was always disappointed that my brother or I never wanted to learn how to play the guitar. I brought up the point that I was seriously thinking about learning how to play, and remembered seeing one at Goodwill I was thinking of buying. Then she told me that we still have my dad's old guitar, and it's up in the attic.
YES.
YES TIMES INFINITY. TO THE Nth DEGREE.
I asked my dad about it, and he seemed pretty happy that I wanted to learn to play. I told him I'd need some help getting started, such as learning what string is what and how to place my fingers on the neck of the thing. He told me he's forgotten most of it, and that I should probably go buy a book.
Google, you're my only friend now. *how to play guitar*
 Leamony · Sat Feb 11, 2006 @ 04:55am · 6 Comments |
