There are some times I feel a little guilty, not for the nature of the relationships that I have with some people. They are strange and unconventional and I would never change them in a million years. I accept the fact the people will pry never really accept them because of there questionable content but those people can blow my dildo cause there my friendships and I don’t let my friendships go for just about anything.
So where is this guilt coming from? Well comes from the fact that with in these friendships I pretty much get all the good stuff and none of the bad. Then again I have been known to have to magic touch of soothing the angry beasts of men and settling the upset stomachs and their saddened harts as well. Call it a gift call it being a saint, either way even in the whole time of knowing some and facing their demons head on I’ve managed to hold on to the person that is there and let the demons fade away . Or even when in heated debate that could turn very ugly at any second, in one sigh I can spin the situation in to a flurry of words and then a rain of clothes and well the rest I leave to your imagination. Maybe I’m more optimistic than I thought? Maybe I just want to think the best of people so much all I can pick out is the good over the bad?
Still I feel like I get nuthin’ but the good stuff, lucky I know but I guess that’s the benefit of being a loving and caring friend? No expectations no demands just there when it’s needed and glade to be and gone in a whisper till the next time.
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