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2.06.2011
Winter and I can't have brief phone conversations. We have brief text conversations, but our phone conversations always last at least two hours.

She was discussing my Facebook page and how I never check it and how people are talking about me on it, particularly Celia and Pris. She was sort of curious about Celia because Celia talks about a lot of shit, and I came that close to explaining that Celia's my ex. But I didn't. I'm not sure why. It just didn't seem like the right thing to do. The last thing I need is that information getting around to certain groups of people. Sure, in the theater community they know and they don't care and it's fine. Other people think you're going to hell and alternatively shun you and want to convert you from your evil ways.

In the end, I didn't explain anything. I just said, "Oh, really?" and left it, even though she clearly wanted more. Honestly, the only explanation that makes any sense at all is the simple fact that Celia is my fucking ex-girlfriend.



5 Comments:

Its complicated with friends..You want to keep them. Sometimes, you find yourself saying what they want to hear and it really gets to you that you couldn't tell them everything..or they might go bonkers on you.

But you have that other life..the theater community and that helps. I hope.

I guess the thing is..you have friends who want to know the real you. And they'll feel hurt that you didn't tell them everything. I'm sure its just a me thing afterwhile.

But really, sometimes, you just have to keep things private...so you can get through the day.

By Blogger ellie, at 2/06/2011 09:59:00 AM  

I love that you said "OH REALLY.." one of my closest friends signature lines.

By Blogger Unknown, at 2/06/2011 10:10:00 AM  

What a way to spoil your night. Hopefully, your weekend was ruined completely. I'm not a facebook fan.

Lux and Stan

By Blogger Holly, at 2/06/2011 10:20:00 AM  

oh the joys of friendship. Don't worry we all seem to have out problems, but if things can't get better they can't get worse right?

By Blogger Natalie, at 2/06/2011 09:04:00 PM  

I don't think the whole gay/bi thing should be such a big deal to people. Personally, I don't support it, and that's me. But what right do other people have to tell other people how to live? I have gay friends and I love them. If someone came up to them and started screaming that they were going to hell, I would be in jail the next day. It just IRKS me.

By Blogger L, at 4/01/2011 10:00:00 PM  

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