Just today I found out that my friend was attached. I wanted to scream at myself for being so WOLS, as another friend pointedly accused me of being.
I turned to her and whispered, "Do you have a guy up your sleeve too?" I was half-expecting her to tell me that she had no sleeves or something rather along that line, but she replied me in all normalcy that she had not been spending a lot of time with anyone in particular. (That still seems rather vague. But nvm.) She then proceeded to make a profound statement on why the egg toast I had just purchased had a dry crust.
She-who-shall-not-be-named had got me thinking. And remorseful as well- how many of my friends' lives had I stopped being in tune with; stopped being kpoh about? I know this is a total rehash of what I blogged about previously, but I shall not emphasize how important keeping in TOUCH with your friends is.
So everybody, the first thing to do when you get attached is to call me. Save me from more episodes of nervous shock. You see, I like to be on top of things. Of course, not to disseminate info, but at the very least, look out for you dear girls, and kick the guys who break the hearts.
That's the hybrid of cynic-hopeful in me speaking. Hoping that it will work out, but on hand if it doesn't. EEck. What kind of friend am I, seriously?
-boxes self-
Waha. Wishing you happiness, girl.