Trust - Who Do Ya?

Trust... What makes you a good lover
TRUST... I out this question to ya cause I wa...

Oh hai! Didn't see you there. That song always goes off in my head when I think about Prince, Batman, Jack Nicholson or the subject of trust. (Its also on my make out mix tape)

If you read my previous entry you know there were some issues in my life that called into question how much I could trust my friends. I became aware that upon my return from vacation (aside from my Newfound love of cocktails and piano music) that I would have very few friends left should I cut out those I felt I couldn't talk to. After weighing some issues against my feelings I have come to a conclusion.

Let me make a blanket statement to them...

I know what you did. Yes you. If you think this may pertain to you it probably does. I know what you said, what you did and when it went down. I knew long before you think I knew, and I have forgiven you.

By forgive I mean... I forgive you the way the world forgave Germany. We can hang out, we can chat and laugh and I'll have a beer with you... But I'm not going to give you any ammunition.

Also there have been casualties along the way. All wars do and that's fine. I still hold the moral high road (but you'll get to Scotland before me), and I created a new life rule... "If you are over 25 and still live with your parents, we can't be friends."

Does that seem harsh? I don't think it is. Experience has taught me that this ever increasing genre of people and their basement dwelling lifestyles, leads to a sense of entitlement and lack of understanding the world. The world owes you nothing. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do (Ask Angelina Jolie about this) to get where you want to be. Sometimes decisions have to be made and sometimes everything isn't all about YOU.

Ok... Back to work for me...

Be Well friends...