Yesterday my mother randomly stared at my brother’s feet and commented on how he got his wide feet from his father.
It was at that moment that i looked down on my own two feet in deep contemplation.
First off, i’d like to thank my father for my hobbit feet, though quite a bit more feminie than my brother’s 12 inch flat feet.
Secondly can anybody just try to imagine how these feet look on my body??
Its a good thing i have tough skin (lol) cuz i used to get teased about my hobbit feet at football practice quite regularly.
not at all cute! However i must say that hopefully one day a man will sweep me off my hobbit feet, into his arms and we’ll go on to have adorable kids…with ugly hobbit feet…that they got from their mother, who got it from her father, who got it from some random family member.
anyways…ive grown to love my hobbit feet :)
p.s. i was totally in love with those hobbits on Lord of the Rings! ugh those feet turned me on!
So with all this seriousness in my life i’ve become quite harsh and accustomed to facing the facts. Take for instance this friend that i have, who just happens to be a fantastic…i mean FANTASTIC human being.
wait for it…
wait for it…
yup. there’s just one problem. (i knew it was too good to be true!)
she is just too…kind.mhmm. ( I didn’t know that could be a problem either)
I have to admit her kindness is refreshing and all but i also believe that it might ultimately lead to her demise. See this fantastic bundle of joy just happened to have fallen for an ogre …Shrek in its worst form. (in reality though this guy is smoking hot!!) This guy would tell the worst kind of lies…i mean jail type lies likehe was telling her that someone was molesting him and how he felt horrible and all these things, just for her to find out a couple months down the road that he had been lying. Now i have no idea why someone would make up a lie like that but it kinda gave me the creeps you know.
i asked if the claims could be true and all and then she told me nope and that wasnt the only lie he’d been telling her. Sad part was that all this had been taking place during exams, what kind of person would pile all that junk on someone at such a critical time. This guy had stories coming out of his ass!
So i did what any other friend would do…i gave her my best possible advice but she would take it!
Now i don’t have a problem with her asking someone for a second opinion, my problem was that even though she wasn’t taking my advice she would still come to me presenting the same situation and then asking for my advice…AGAIN!
During all of this i was handling relationship drama of my own as i had just gotten kicked to the curb by a guy who i previously had kicked to the curb! (i’ll explain later)
With all this taking place i honestly couldn’t deal with the constant bombardment that i had to face at the hands of my friend. so when my phone stopped working I immediately took it as a sign from God that i deserved a break from the world, thanked Him immensely and proceeded to withdraw myself from the world at large.
Now that ive restored said contact i have to face her when she tries to contact me, most of the time though i maintain a short and courteous conversation. Nowadays though ive taken to ditching her.
This is all kinda sad but i clearly feel bad about ditching her its just that we always end up talking about the dickhead and i’m sick of it.
I’m afraid to hear the same tired, drawn out conversation again…what should i do??? I feel horrible :S