Taking out the trash...

So, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of being friendly with people even though I no longer associate with them on a regular basis. I strongly believe that you can't, under any circumstance, completely sever relationships. I think it's important to remain cordial to everyone regardless of how hateful/catty/bitchy/spiteful/douchey they become or whether or not you still have the same interests/values/ideals/goals.

That said, I've determined that there is a group of people with whom I can honestly no longer relate or associate to any degree. It's truly unfortunate because we've all been through a lot together. Recently, they've made it crystal clear that they really don't want anything to do with me. Last night I was out dropping some palm cards for Halle's fishfry when I stopped to speak with said group. I said hi, handed them some palm cards and said I'd like to see them there. One of them scoffed at the price; I said, "it is a fundraiser and it's all you can eat," he replied, "well they're gonna lose money, then." Then, as I turned to wander and socialize, I saw him crumple up the palm card and drop it into an empty beer bottle.

You know what? FUCK YOU!! You've grown increasingly unhappy with your own life and now it's all about bitching, complaining and degrading everyone else. I'm glad to see you're healthy and doing well, but grow up...seriously.