Don't You Hate It When They're Right?

Warning: Most of the conversation that takes place within this post will be paraphrased. A lot of time has gone pass since the original conversation has taken place so some words may have been lost in translation.
My sincere apologies,
MGMT
 


So I caught up with Claude a couple of weeks ago and we were lunching it up, talking about bullshit and he said something close to, "I don' feel like creating (or building, or making, one of those words) another person". I badgered him, damn near threatening to inflict bodily harm until he explained what he meant. I was surprised when he came back with the dopest comeback ever.

Basically, since he's rediculous, nonjudgmental, and an overall rah-tard, it gave me the opportunity to be myself without being nervous of being judged. He made me be myself. The fucker was right, I couldn't argue because he was so, right. He did make me feel comfortable, unbelievably comfortable, with who I am. Thanks for that Boob. :-)

On the flip side...

Thursday, I happened to catch up with a friend that I've known for about 4 years. We messed around for a couple of months, nothing too serious, but we never really talked to each other that much. That day, we talked for 4 hours and he said I wasn't like any other girl he knew. The insecure and investigative bitch within me just had to know what he meant by that, so I asked, "Is that a good thing"? I breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "Yeah, that's a great thing".

WHEW!

When he said that shit, I felt so much better about life in general. I don't know if I ever mentioned it before, but I always feared that no one will ever really GET me. To hear someone who's totally out the loop, for someone who's not Nicole or Claude, to say that I'm a catch. It felt absolutely WONDERFUL to know that I'm abnormally, normal. Abnormally normal, yeah that's a great way to explain me, and that feels great to say.