So I am watching Don’t Look In The Basement. Since about a year ago, I’ve stopped being so into horror films and all of that. They are no longer interesting. These campy ones, however, from the seventies and eighties, really grab my attention especially when it’s either watch them or clean my room.
Interruption:WTF
Every year, well about every year, I go through a phase where I start hacking off connections to people like one would hack off limbs. Useless limbs. I group people into the following categories:
- Entertaining with a group
- Entertaining with a group but too much drama
- Too much drama (Melodramatic)
- Trustworthy and Loyal
- Whiny
- Pain in the Ass
- Impending Bad Intentions
- Friend Gone Acquaintance
While it hurts to remove some of these people, it’s for the best. it’s like a kid whining about a tattered old blanket. It’s a bitch to wash and it really provides no warmth. Plus the dog likes to pee on it. Get rid of it, it’s useless.
I have my close, lovely and lovable friends who I’d do practically anything for and those are the same people who have been there for me through the thickest bullshit imaginable, no matter how far the drive or how mutilated the body. (Metaphors mostly.)
Now, you don’t walk up to such people and say, “Hey you thought we were friends right? Well fuck you and enjoy the rest of your life.” The FELI approach is to just stop trying, stop caring, and let it go. Of course, I can never really let go of anything. Once I know another human being, I am apt to care on some level, even if it’s only to the extent of not wishing him or her bodily harm and wishing them a happy life. There is probably only one person I would tell to go to hell if he asked for help. Possibly two. With all of that said, I renounce several “friendships” and move on with my life.
Something that has actually come up a lot is the idea that I am “evil.” Exes and ex-friends alike prefer this description and I find it completely inaccurate. For once, it would be nice to remember for all of the good I’ve done instead of the minor bad I’ve committed. Morons.
Back to working on the site.