The other day a friend of mine, let’s call them Alex, and I were discussing another friend. We’ll name them Drew. Alex and I are worried about Drew due to their recent behaviour. I said I’ll have a talk to Drew soon. Alex said “Don’t worry, I’ll do it. Not in a rude way but it’d be easier for Drew to relate to me. I’ve been through heaps of stuff in the past and I’ll be able to understand their problems better”.
OH I’M SORRY. Somehow I had forgotten that you know everything about me. I know we’ve only known each other less than two months but you certainly do know all about me and my history. Due to my outward happiness I am genuinely incapable of relating to anybody with any sort of negative feeling ever. Punch punch puuuunch.
35 weeks, 6 days
