Sunday, October 04, 2009


It is a poor thing to complain about having too many friends no matter which way you slice it. And there are several:

- "Oh, look at meeee, I'm soooo popular, isn't it tough to be soooo POPULAR"
- "Which of these peasants shall I, THE KING OF AWESOME, grace with my presence on THIS eve"
- and other things that could be interpreted as total jackassery

The plain fact of it is that there are many people in my life whom I value, some I see less frequently than others, and this fact is producing choices that I wish I didn't have to make. They are hard choices.

I realized this just now: It's not me that's too awesome, it's them. All of them. There are worse problems a person could be having.