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Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: True Friendship

Mar 2, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Family, Friendship, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays

Happy Hump Day folks, and welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!

Today, my WeHtW’s post has little to do with me and more to do with my own observations.

The reason why is because I have already flushed my non-true friends down the figurative toilet.

It is hard to let friends go. Especially when you have a history with them. It is hard to swallow the fact that someone who you once thought you would end up an old bitty with … may have a different path than you.

But it is life.

The thing that bothers me the most is when people … adults … behave like children in the friendships.

Judgment
2 faced behavior
Conditions
Unrealistic expectations
Lies
Non existent communication

I could go on forever.

The point is that I have found that rarely (with females specifically) do childhood friendships go the long haul. I know many will argue that my view is not accurate. “I have been friends with SonSo for 2367845 years” blah blah blah.

I get it.

There ARE friendships that have gone the long haul. The difference is that each person in that friendship have grown together in the friendship. Both parties have become adults. And in adulthood, they have grown to accept the other person for all of their imperfections and flaws. It is similar to a marriage. When any relationship goes the long haul, there are kinks and bumps and hiccups.

You don’t just smile through them. Sometimes you knock down drag out whoop each others asses to get through it. Period.

One thing that I will say about each of my TRUE friendships is that each and every one of them have just embraced me for me and I have done the same. It may have taken an argument or 2 to get there … but if we made it through the last 5 years and remained friends … you and I will be lifelong.

I am not a judger. I may fucking loathe whatever the decision is that my friend is making … but you know what? It is not my decision to make. I am gonna love and stand by. I am gonna listen, and you can bet your ass when the bitch finally gets the clue I am gonna tell her about herself on some “I told your ass so” shit when she figures it out for herself. That is what a true friend does.

I am a true friend to my friends. I always will be. But I am not perfect, and I do not expect my friends to be perfect either. Unless awesome = perfect. Because all of my friends are awesome.

I am flaky sometimes. I forget to call you back. I am over extended and sometimes unable to manage my time well. I am selfish sometimes. But there isn’t a time where I would not bend over backwards if my friend needed me to be there. There isn’t a time where I wouldn’t give them my last god damn dollar if I knew my friend needed it more than I did.

It really hurts me to see a friend lose a friend. Almost as much as if I were the one losing the friend myself.

I just wish that each were able to fully step out of their own shoes and into the others. Most of the time, each have valid points in the hurt that they hold in their hearts … but that hurt can be blinding. Blinding to the point that the communication between friends goes down the toilet.

That usually is where The End fits.

I am quite confident that I have closed the book on all of the friendships that were dead weight on my life. It is a good feeling to know that I am finally surrounded by people who get it and me.


What are your thoughts on friendship?
Have you kept any friends from childhood? Are they more friends or acquaintances?
If you could be a crayon, What color and Why?

Tags: Friendship, high school, honesty, love, truth

Honest Tuesday’s: Say What You Need to Say.

Jan 18, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, DUH, Honest Tuesday's, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, bitch

Hello! Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s. A place where you can come and be honest about shit that you would be dishonest about otherwise.

So this topic today is not something that I am admitting any dishonesty about. Because if any of you know me, you know that I am 99.9% gonna tell your ass about yourself. Unless 1) I might get fired or 2) I might go to jail. And even then I have taken the risk.

Anyway…

Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by cowards. People who are so scared to just tell someone how they feel.

“We really aren’t friends.”
“I am in love with you but I am too stubborn to say it first.”
“I didn’t invite you out for a reason.”
“No. I am NOT going to call you.”
“I think you are repulsive and would rather not have sex than have sex with you.”
“I am cheating on you.”
“If I wanted you to show up, I would have invited you.”
“We don’t hang out because your significant other is a complete fucking douchebag.”
“Your breath smells like someone took a shit in your mouth.”
“I hate it when you constantly interrupt me in the middle of a sentence.”

I mean seriously?! Are you that afraid of being a real person to where you lead them along their merry way … believing something to be true that is complete and total bullshit? How is someone ever going to be able to fix that annoying thing that they have no clue is in fact annoying in the first place?

Say what you need to say. You are doing no one any favors by keeping it to yourself. Especially not the person whom you are keeping it from.

Furthermore, how asshole-ish are you to talk shit about a person behind their back? Anything you have to say behind their back … you need to figure out how to say it to their face. What are we? 12th graders? Is this fucking Mean Girls but in real life?

Say what you need to say. Fuck sparing someones feelings. Fuck being polite. Fuck smiling in someone’s face in an effort to not cause a scene or drama.

Just fucking tell them. I am over hearing about how so’n’so is blah blah blah all of the time. If you don’t fucking like them, then God damn tell them already.

Or don’t. Whatever. You are the one being a fake, 2 faced fucking asshole. Not me.

Fuck.

Get your weekly honesty out. Say sumpin!

Tags: high school, Honest Tuesday's, honesty, mean girls, say what you need to say

Whatever Happened To? Wednesday’s– House Party’s.

Oct 27, 2009 Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Thoughts and Perceptions, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays

Happy Hump Day! Welcome to another installment of Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s!

This week we are talking about Houseparty’s. Some Tony Toni Tone style, Bilal, Kid N Play Houseparty.

What? You aren’t knowin’?
You didn’t think that I knew?

Don’t make me bust out the infamous “Kid N Play” dance.

As I was saying, what ever happened to these parties? Where the refrigerators are packed to the brim with 40 oz’s of malt liquor and the bitches were running around naked all while a Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg song played as the soundtrack?

Anybody? Bueller?

I remember a time where so’n’so would tell a friend and that friend would tell another friend who would tell 5 friends who would tell 5 more friends (including me) about a dope kegger going on that weekend. When we would show up fashionably late there would be some poor parents house, full of drunken adolescents. The music was loud. The alcohol was flowing like the Snoqualmie Falls after a good rain. There was fucking going on in bedrooms and dark corners of the house. It was good music. Fun people, except for when 2 really drunk friends decided they hated each other for 5 minutes and wanted to fistfight in the middle of the fucking kitchen over some stupid bitch with no ass and over-sized titties.

Yep I went there.

I don’t miss any of THAT. What I do miss is walking into a party full of people that I don’t or barely know with a nice buzz going on. I want to mingle. I want to laugh at other’s drunken-ness. I want to blend and enjoy not being known in a social environment that is BYOB, not charge $9 a drink at the bar. A place where the DJ is the homie so I can go up to him and request an old school Lost Boyz song and he not only KNOW WHAT SONG I AM TALKING ABOUT but motherfucking HAVE THAT SHIT ALREADY QUEUED TO PLAY.

I want to find a random girl OR boy to make out with. Just like, walk up to him/her and fucking “blalalalalallalala” their face with my face all immature like.

I want to watch a fight break out.

I want to see a girl and a guy break up. (whatever I am callus like that)

I want to see some fuckin.

Or maybe I just want to be young and without responsibility again. Either way, I miss a good house party.

What is the awesomest house party you ever hosted/attended?

Who do you truly admire?
Would you really rather go naked then wear fur?
Who are on your “List” of hotties that you would fuuuuuuuuuuuuck if given the opportunity to?

Tags: beer, crowd, fight, high school, house party, social, tony toni tone, youth

TMIThursday: Uninvited PenisGuest & Cherry Pop.

Jul 22, 2009 Friendship, Random, Relationships, Sex, TMI Thursday's, The Tarably Wicked Show, This Thing Called Marriage.

Hello my gluttons for TMI Punishment!

You know the drill… I blog about totally inappropriate shit… (sometimes literally) and sometimes, you throw up in your mouth a bit.

If you are interested in participating, reading more train wreck worthy blogs…

Click the pic below and enter the hub of TMI Thursday….

Today’s TMIT will be like the mixtape of TMIT’s. I have a few short, totally related stories that are starring none other than the love of my life, D. He has been so gracious (read: given no choice) to allow me to put his majorly hilar. and totally inebriated fuck-ups.

Once upon a responsible life of 2 kids and responsibilities… there lived a me and D. We had parties. They were parties that consisted of a great deal (read: pyramid’s of beer cans) of alcohol present among other favors that could be punishable in a court of law if caught participating in. (I will leave that to your own wicked imaginations) So we would get smashed. Completely belligerent. The most affected? D.

I know, right!? Shocking. Especially those of you who knew him then. Bwahahaha.

Annnnnnyfuckingway.

Story number 1 of Uninvited PenisGuest:

We are all hanging out. Our good friend brought his new but old but new girlfriend over to hang out, and (I am almost positive) introduce us to her for the first time. We were all sitting in the living room, watching TV. D and our friend get up to smoke on the deck outside. Our loveseat sat perpendicular to the sliding glass door. New but old but new girlfriend was totally zoned out, watching the movie with her back to the slider. I was across the room on the couch.

Something told me to look up at what the boys were doing, and when I did, I was horrified to see D standing over the back of the loveseat, his penis rested gently on her shoulder. Horrified, I make eye contact with him. He seems to think the event is epic, (that’s what she said… I get it) and when he saw the look on my face … I am pretty sure that was when his brain cells connected as to how NOT COOL it actually was.

We both dart our eyes to our friend, who (rightfully) was livid.

Because none of us wanted new but old but new girlfriend to be made to feel awkward, this was the silent-eye-contact convo that happened.

Friend: “Are you fucking for real?”
D: “So this is not okay?”
Me: “Are you really asking us that?”
Friend: “Get your DICK off of my girls shoulder, dog. Now.”
D: “Are you sure? I mean…”
Friend: “NOW.”
D: (backing up slowly) “My bad, dog.”
Me: (looking at new but old but new girlfriend to see if she noticed. she didnt.) “THANK YOU.”
Friend: “I should fuck you up right now.”
D: “No disrespect. I thought it was funny.”
Friend: “SO not funny.”
Me: “Yeah. Like not even close to funny.”
D: (pathetic face)

Meet my husband. The Puthispenisonhershoulder Guy.

Uninvited PenisGuest Story # 2.

At one of the many parties we hosted, the knife hit was discovered. Or rediscovered. Whatever. Anyway, amongst the heavy drinking and endless knife hits, D became … what is the word I am looking for?! W A S T E D. Right. Wasted. Thanks.

After a several minutes, we all kinda stopped and looked around. D was missing. I scan the living room and the deck. I wander around to the dark staircase and decide to head up to see if he passed out upstairs. Instead, I trip over him. He was passed out face first, on the staircase, his pants and boxer briefs at his ankles.

*le sigh* Decisions, Decisions.

A good wife would have channeled her inner secret squirrel stealth pants pulling up skills and put him to bed.

Heh. I am NOT a good wife.

I snorted and hollered for all of our equally inebriated friends to come see D and his ballsandmore spread eagle on the staircase.

If I would have had a camera then … I would have taken a picture. And I would still have it and I would post that shit on this blog.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I dont. So you are all left to picture my husband and his balls passed out on a staircase. You are welcome.

Last but not least… A TMIT feature from the archives of Tarable:

“Okay so I had liked this guy since I was a freshman. Junior year rolls around and we are at a party at my friend’s house. As high school parties go we were all too drunk off some random fruity vodka drink and the guy I liked was there. One thing lead to another and we ended up in an upstairs bedroom. You may assume that we had sex, but we didn’t. At the time I was the big V and didn’t want to yet, but we pretty much did everything else. When Dan woke us up the next morning he completely freaked out on us.

The worst part was that it was on his face! Ask me how quick everyone at school found out that he popped my cherry.”

There you have it folks, 3 TMIT’s for your Thursday enjoyment.