Gym

Note to self: begin working out in the main gym as opposed to the women's only section. It is much more motivating to look at deliciously sculpted eye candy, as opposed to fat, sweaty old ladies.

Other note to self: four-times-a-week gym excursions are treating your legs and tush very well. Keep up the good work - those jeans look faboosh.

Sports

DDG: Did I tell you about my brother and his sports?

Lindsay: Sports... ?

DDG: Well, it's like basketball, only gay-er.

Lindsay: I... don't even know how to respond to that.

Sayanora!

One of my coworkers, who was never very nice (to anyone, let alone me), is going to work at another store. He invited everyone out next Friday.

Today he came up to me:

Coworker: So you gonna miss me?

Lindsay's Brain: Hell no.

Lindsay: Um, yes...

Coworker: That didn't sound convinvcing.

Lindsay's Brain: Because I don't like you.

Lindsay: No, uh, I will.

Coworker: You coming out on Friday?

Lindsay's Brain: I'd rather saw off my foot.

Lindsay: I, uh, think I may be hanging out with my friend *attempt to look pensive, like I'm concentrating really hard to remember*

Coworker: Ohh, suuuure.

Lindsay's Brain: I don't have to give you excuses! I don't like you!! I'm glad you're leaving!!!

Lindsay: No, I think I already have plans.

Coworker: That's because you don't want to come.

Lindsay's Brain: Correct.

Lindsay: Well, y'know, you stick with the person you made plans with first.

Coworker: Seems like a good excuse.

At this point, I just turned away and tuned him out. I'm happy to see this guy leave.

Ongoing Strike

When we were little kids, it was quite simple to make friends. That girl has a pink backpack - mine is pink too! Let's be friends!!

Friendships could be based purely on superficial means - you're neighbours, she sits next to you in class, he has a wicked pool. Adult things like jobs and relationships weren't there to muddle things up, and make you act more mature.

As we grow older, we mature; and yet, it seems as if we are sliding backwards in the maturity of our friendships. I believe we blame surrounding factors - I'm too busy at work, school, with my boyfriend, with my family - but perhaps it could be based on our own selfishness.

How many people can honestly say they make an effort to contact their friends?

My strike continues.

Today I messaged a friend, stating that I am tired of our one-sided friendship. I felt a little bad for what I said, so I called, twice. That was twelve hours ago. Still no response. Pretty friendly, huh?

Why do I struggle with this? Do I have high expectations of what I believe a true friend should be? Or do people care about no one but themselves?

It feels rotten to know that the people I consider my "friends," really don't give a damn about me. Totally, ass-kicking, loneliness-feeling, pit-in-my-stomach, rotten. I wish they could know this, but they seem too ignorant to care.