Monday, November 14, 2005

 

story

I told my friend Eric about what happened last night, expecting empathy and "aww poor thing." Instead, he laughed. Many many times. My story apparently brightened his day. Why do people, even friends who care about you, find such humor in your misfortune? I feel like it is kind of human nature. And even I, on some level, see the humor. Sort of. A little bit.
But right now I'm miserable, so I want everyone to feel sad for me for being a fuck-up. Not "haha. what an amusingly adorable fuckup you are!"
I know he doesn't mean any harm, and I'm certainly not mad at him. Still, though, can't a girl get a little sympathy for drunken mistakes???

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