I’ve recently gotten used to the fact
that as well as being ‘that guy’ [the
one people can tell anything too], I
appear to also be that shoulder.
I somehow, over the past couple of years,
have become the shoulder to cry on. I say
‘couple of years’ because I don’t remember
anyone doing it before this.
It struck home at a work party, well in
actuality it was the after party, which
if I was to get into more detail. The time
between getting into the place we were
staying and getting everyone to bed
[which I had to end up doing].
But in this time I had two people crying
on my shoulder. With one of them it had
happened before and we get on really well,
so if I suddenly looked down and she was
crying on my shoulder I would ask what was
wrong obviously but wouldn’t be too surprised.
The other person on my shoulder was a
surprise though. not for the fact that
they were crying but because me and this
other person hardly talk, we generally chat,
but nothing of great substance and then
there I was. Saying how proud I was of
them and saying that they were doing way
better than I would have done in the
situation I was in.
Almost revealing a part of myself I’d
decided to keep secret, just to comfort
another person. is this the person I am
now? The one that has to cope with his
own worries as well as everyone elses.
[I would like to point out also that
neither of these people cried because
of something I had done]
aww.
obviously this can suck.
but think of all the perks.
you’re never gonna have to hear anything after everyone else.
but, maybe you don’t like that.
i love dealing with other people’s problems.
so, i only think of the perks. (:
bahahahaha.
yeah it’s pretty obvious to see that i’m not all and out with my blog.
which can be a pain at times,
but hey.
at least i can say the shit i think about people.
(:
ah, well i guess that could be a problem.
you can always make it private,
or like password protect it.
i don’t know.
i’m not use to hiding things. |:
[i talk about myself to much don't i? sorry.]
bahahaha.
people are nosey. (:
with my private posts,
no one wants to hear what they’re about.
mostly just stuff that no one but me needs to know. |:
alright.
cause sometimes i feel i just talk about myself way to much. which, i guess, isn’t a good thing.
but, whatever(:
yeah.
i’m fine.
i was pretty out of it last night.
sorry if there was any, concern.
but yeah, i’m fine. (:
you would think that wouldn’t you?
well, i guess it’s more of a guilt thing.
i mean, if i do happen to go and tell someone about it, i don’t need them lashing out on me about an old post.
yeah i know you did(:
mhm. i’m good.
and how are you?