It’s times like this that set me off.
Sharing a common interest with someone is effing amazing. Especially when that type of connection is all new-car smelling. What fucking sucks (not sure why I censored myself previously) is not being able to share it with that someone; whoever that may be! No one is going to understand how I legit *GASP* at the drop of Paramore’s latest music video. (And when they announced they were going on tour with Fall Out Boy this summer. #fangirling)
We all have that one person that understands us and our quirky habits. And our borderline in-need-of-hospitalization obsession with YouTubers. That’s a hard space to fill once it goes empty. You try to steer current friends into your black-hole but they aren’t having any of it. You can’t steal enthusiasm. And if they’re a good friend they won’t fake it just so you feel better. Then months down the road you’re at a concert having the time of your life with your friend Bored-to-Fucking-Death.
Maybe that’s the sign of losing a real good friend. Hell, a kick-ass human being. And you lost ‘em. You lost that one person who either tolerated the shit out of you enough to call you a friend. Or they truly enjoyed the weird shit you did and saw it as just one of your colors in the awesome rainbow of you. Yea, well guess what:
So did I.