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I'd be a big-assed hypocrite if I said someone couldn't feel depressed. As it is, I’m just big assed.
Chas, you’re my friend, and as such, my family. You’re also an occasional pain in the ass, but I only say that because I love you. You, of all people, should know and understand that.
We, as a group, know and understand each other pretty damn well. Sometimes, maybe a little too well. It makes us strong, it makes us, in many ways, who we are. And it also means it hurts a bit more when something comes between us. But in the end, we’re still friends… we’re still family. Chas mentioned that in time we’ll pretend this never happened, and in a way he’s right. I’m not going to see Chas as any different today than I did last week, he’s still my friend and he’s going to remain my friend whether he likes it or not, even if I have to beat that understanding into him with a stick.
Of all my friends that I’ve made in the last.. what is it now? Five, Six years that the Cheddar Team has been running around together? Cory has been the one that I consistently respected the most. Jon and I share the most interests, Doug I admire greatly, Chas and I think so much alike as to be scary, but Cory, with whom I don’t have a hell of a lot in common, and who I don’t think all that much like, has always had my respect.
Cory and I were talking once and he told me that he didn’t always like being so near the bottom of our little social totem pole, and I said that I could certainly understand that. He also told me that, even at the bottom, he felt a lot better about himself, and his friends, at that point in his life than he had at any other. He said that even if it meant being kicked around a bit, being kicked around by people he respected and cared for and who he knew respected and cared for him was better than the luke-warm friendship of people who smiled at you all the time but didn’t know anything about you.
I can’t not respect that. I’ve tried to emulate it, and in many ways I think it’s made me a better person. I think I’ve done that with all of my friends, taken aspects of them that I respect and tried to incorporate them into myself. As I said, it makes us strong, it makes us who we are.
And, just in case you thought Matt was alone in thinking we’re a pretty fortunate group of screwheads, here’s my Ang’s comments after reading the last week’s worth of posts:
“Just reading over the web page makes me very sad, let me explain.
These guys are saying how lame they are - how lame their friends are - but as an outsider that's been watching you guys for a while now, I can see how very lucky you guys are, and what a very cool thing you guys have in each others' friendship.
I don't have anything like that, most people don't, most people couldn't even imagine having anything like that.
A group of friends that cares for each other - probably more than most families."
Oh, and I miss Pete, Scott, and even Bill too. They, like every one of you, would be welcome at my house at any time.
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| - Posted by I Knew It! - 2:01 PM
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There's a rare day we don't have to face very often. Thats the day when you come to grips with the fact that none of your friends like you. This is not a realization, I have known for a long time, but rather it is when in a short period of time you see it in every possible combination, and realize that hope aside, it is what it is. I don't think this is a bad day inherently, a little tough, but not bad, I've been dealing with the facts for a long time now, just only in little pieces at a time.
So I spent the day convincing people that we should do something noone wants to do, in an effort to recapture something that may have once been there but has died, only to realize once I bullied everyone into agreeing, that I don't really want it either.
Just for the record I have never stopped liking any of my friends, even by the broadest definition of friends and the ones I have treated the worst. I have perhaps hated a few of them at times, but I never stop liking them. Probably a result of some sort of fear of lonliness that I have. Regardless I miss Pete, Scott, even Bill.
I try to think why? In some cases I know, in others I can guess. I am abrasive, inconsiderate, selfish, and I complain alot (though of the reasons that one is definately the lamest, but probably the most prevalent). Sadly though I don't regret any of the specific actions that have made people dislike me. I have more regrets than I can imagine, it's the basis for my life, but the few things I don't regret are some of the strongest tools I have for driving away my friends.
In a week or two this wil rotate off the blog, and we will all pretend it never happened, but every now and again you have to face God and scream "I know the truth. We now return you to your regularly scheduled webcomics. |
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