I do the “I love my friends” post often enough, but it’s nice when someone tells you something that makes a lot more sense in the grand scheme of things. Mr. D is one of the most brilliant minds alive, I swear I don’t know what I would do without his advice, his words of wisdom. He knows me better than most people do who call me a friend, and is never afraid to knock me down when I deserve it.

Which is often enough. We were talking about the throbbing boil of a situation of my life lately, and the more I think about it, the more I realize he is right. But I am also human. “Girls hate you because you are free”, he says, explaining the mirrors of similarity in our lives. And I know this, but in context it makes no sense at all, given that I rarely throw the first punch, and certainly never so directly, so personally as the blows that I have scoffed at lately. Now I know that this is aside from the advice that he gave me, his “why do you care, I mean do you really care” commentary. And I don’t, but in a war of words, and pretentious meanderings, I can do nothing more than ask this: why is it so hard for people to understand that I make my own words up, and I am well aware of it? I would never sit down and try to pull a stilty stunt like pretending a word exists when it does not. For example, stilty, stunted, analingus (thank Kelley for that one), criticunt, nico face, all of these words don’t exist, but their meaning is obvious, implied through the base root meaning of the word, and the context through which they are utilized. If I was a grammar nazi, I would probably give me a D for my execution, but since it is MY journal where I paint my world up as I wish, I don’t see how any of these arguments are even relevant. So yeah, Mr. D, you’re right, just leave it alone, let them fester in their own miserable theatrics, because it does not matter.