Sassy

I'm not even sure how to spit it out.
Are you friends with highschool friends? I don't mean the ones that you never lost contact with, I mean ones that you lost contact with but now you're on facebook and you start friending everyone you went to school with?

I have not. I am only me, and many people had a blast in highschool, but I did not. In fact, the bad memories outweigh the good ones, and I'm not sure my good ones were even that good. They include skipping lots of school and doing things I shouldn't have been doing---but I did laugh a lot because SB was one funny girl.

People keep popping up on my "people you may know" thing. It's interesting, my reaction to them. Most of the time I just get sassy pants feeling over it. I see no point at all in reconnecting with people that I didn't like or wasn't friends with back then. I immediately remember how highschool felt- which is the part that REALLY irritates me. That was DECADES ago. Holy shit- how much further away does it need to get before I stop reacting that way? That is so stupid.
Or is it?

I stumbled upon an interesting blog. Kinda interesting anyway- the writing wasn't the best, but the content was- it was about if a girl and boy can remain just friends after having dated. Even if it was a million years ago that they dated.

My own personal answer would be no, in general, I think. I suppose I can come up with examples of people that I would never be interested in if I were friends with them...but I guess if there is a QUALITY friendship there, my answer is no. I say that because to have a quality friendship to ME means that there is an emotional connection of some sort, and that usually leads you to love that person, in some form or another. If there is no real emotional connection, you're just acquaintances and I don't count that as a friendship. That's what's really interesting about fb- you have the chance to give input or snoop in people's lives who you don't really care about, but you can for a minute. Someone I wasn't friends with in highschool is going through a hellish time, and although they don't cross my mind ever, I had no problem zipping off a message full of support and love. That's weird. Is it bullshit? That's halfway why I don't see the point in friending anyone else. If I wanted them in my life, wouldn't they already be there??? But I meant it in my message, when I put myself in their shoes, it made me ache and hurt on the inside, and my message said as much.

Back to ex's. What would be the point in friending someone you used to sleep with or "date" anyway? Is it an ego stroke??? "He still wants me" or "she still wants me" ? Shouldn't we be living in the NOW and not the "back in highschool..." stuff? Do we all crave attention so badly? At some point, we probably do. Do you disagree? There are certain stressful milestones that everyone kinda goes through, and during those times, don't we wish to escape sometimes? A break from the constant demands of our "real" lives?

I'm so thankful that I'm in one of the calm times of my/our lives. It's been calm for awhile. I'm not so stupid as to think that it will ALWAYS be this way- and I'm thankful that right now, it's all good.

Here is a Nickiism. It almost stressed Cullen out last night, trying to understand. HAHAH. We were watching Dr. G. Medical Examiner, and I mentioned that I would much rather be in the morgue with a body and watching an autopsy than go to an estate sale. He almost got frustrated when he said "WHAT?! How does that even make sense?" and I explained that a morgue only has to do with a body, while in someone's house, you are surrounded by the material things that they liked and it has to do with their soul and their spirit. Their essence is all over their shit. I have no doubt that when we're out of our bodies, we don't care about "stuff", but the essence is all over all of it. It would help my insane head if the sales weren't in their actual houses....but anyway, Cullen says "What?! I don't understand...and I always understand you."
Isn't that sweet? On some level, he actually DOES understand me better than he probably knows or even wants to really understand me. But so often I feel like no one really does...I'll have to remember that he said that next time that feeling sneaks up on me. How yummy is he? I was so wiped out...the little stinkers may have shared their cold with me...and he played with my hair and tickled my back most of the night until I was almost passed out, then put me to bed. He is so sweet to me!
Don't you hate it when you're eating something yummy like pepperoni, cheese and crackers and then you bite into something NOT RIGHT? Freakin BARF. Kill me.
If you got stage 3 ovarian cancer, would you fight it? Or stage 3 liver cancer?