Connection vs. History

So... recently I've found myself at odds with friend I thought I was close with.
A friend who I have this strange connection with... you know the kinda connection where it's so easy to relate to one another and  it’s so comfortable. Almost like you have known each other for years. Like you have a history... only you don't.

That becomes really obvious when you have a falling out. When someone crosses that invisible line, the line that hurts. It's only words... when said by a random those words wouldn’t mean a thing, but if the person saying those words is close to you, the weight is so heavy it hits you like a brick.

A friend that you share a "history" with rather than a just a "connection" knows better. They have been there through thick and thin. They know "you" good and bad, inside and out. Maybe even better than you know yourself. Nothing compares to a shared "history" between friends, a mutual understanding of each other.

So... now I ask myself. It is really this "connection" friends fault that he crossed the line, or am I to blame??? For treating him as if he were a "history" kinda friend???

I don't know the answer to this question... all I know is I am hurt and I now think differently of that particular relationship.

But... yes there is a but. I am not without hope.

You see what if this "connection" friend and I get thru this little hurdle. What if we continue our friendship over an extended period of time. Enough time to maybe acquire... a shared history.
Then I could reclassify him a "history" friend and none of this shit would matter.

It is different now... but thats not a bad thing.
Let's hope the little fucker doesn’t cross the line again... at least until he has some "history" under his belt

Wish us luck!

Getting a clue

Ok.. so heres my first attempt at writing a blog.

Nothing about me is special, I'm not gifted or even particularly talented but I have noticed that like most bloggers who are "gifted and talented" I share the common traits of

A. having an opinion and
B. wanting to express it.

So I find myself here... trying to generate an opinion worthy of sharing. If your waiting for the punch line or some revelation you may be waiting a while... You see I'm more of a talker than a writer. I could charm the pants off you if you were seated before me... of course I'd be drunk and firing on all cylinders and you (most likely) would be drunk as well. Also the lights would be off and you'd have to be some what desperate, but... those pants would be coming off by my vocal stylings alone.

I've found in my experience that I’m more of an ideas man. By that I mean I’m very good at coming up with a concept just not doing any of the follow up necessary to make it relevant. I blame my poor education, my sheltered upbringing, my sheer laziness and an innate ability to procrastinate for hours on end. What is procrastination but meditation without the uncomfortable yoga poses. By this logic I am a veritable Zen master... I have spent more time in my life "at one with the universe" than the fucking Dalia Lama.

Well if your still reading this then I've successfully managed to grab your attention... Please note you will never get those moments back... So I leave you with these words of wisdom... "Get a life" and I will attempt to get both some writing ability and a clue...

Stay Tuned!