Lovers and Friends...

I know that anyone who's read this recent blog thread  is wondering what test(s) do I make my "friends" pass? 

I put friends in quotes because, if you haven't followed along with what I've been writing about then you should probably get a good definition of what a "friend" is ... Sexual or otherwise: to give you a most definitive answer in two words... 

For this example I'll use my most recent past relationship... Mind you; I keep my heart close...

In a message that was solely (or should have been) between my ex and I.  I had reiterated a comment my ex had expressed to me about why a certain friend decided to do to a certain thing; only to remain on pain killers. 

I reiterated that one thing, that had known, should not come back to me if it were truly between her and I...

A few hours later I get a message from mine and my exes best friends husband asking why I made his wife cry??? Why is his wife balling because of me? 

I knew why, but they weren't my words... 

It's because the message(s) that were supposed to between me and my girl ended up getting other people involved... When they shouldn't have...

"... I don't think I'm conscious of making monsters out of the women that I sponsor 'til it all goes bad..."

I do this to my lovers and friends...

Sometimes subtly... and not so.

When it comes back I know...

I keep my heart close...

Friends...

Taking a left turn with this current thread...

Friends...

As defined by my smart phone's dictionary, "A person whom one knows and with when one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations..."

So...that's interesting. Never thought to look up what it meant to be a friend, but alas...there it is.

I'm not sure when I came to test my friends. But at some point you can only have your heart broken so many times before you start building defense mechanisms...You hear it as "putting up walls."

Heartbreak is the other side of love I tried not to bring into the last thing I wrote, but it's a fact. That's the gamble...the risk. You risk heartbreak. 

With that being said, you could call me a compulsive gambler. I've taken chances when the odds were stacked against me, and lost. 

But if you don't go for it, you never know, right?;) You can't win if you don't play...

And if you're gonna play, make sure your toys are cooler than the next kids...right? 

I'd say or do things. Subtle things. Some not so subtle. And if they come back to me...usually subtly, sometimes not so subtle...:) 

Well, then you know...

Like the definition states:"...typically exclusive of sexual or family relations..."

You have to be careful who you let in as a friend...from my own experiences friendships tend to go sour after sex gets involved, that's not to say everyone can't still be adults about it, either...just sayin. 

That's where the risk for me has come...with friends. 

That's where tattoos come from...:)

 

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2055-.-

2055???

Still 2055...

2055...