Desperation? Pfft!

Appart from the fact its so cold in this house you could freeze a whores friction riddled flaps together I have little else to talk about.

I could address my last post, but it just makes it ever more clear that I need to stay off the internet when I am drunk, not to mention Ebay purchasing aswell. My previous post did make a lot of sense at the time and still to me makes a lot of sense now, however cave from which I mined that little nugget started purely out of me OVER thinking.. AGAIN... and Misjudging a situation... AGAIN. My life is definitly one of patterns.

So lets talk about something different.

When you break up with someone you never fully reliquish the ties, or the responsibilities. To whatever extent you are still part of thatpairing and still will look after each other. Ok, when relationships end with the 'Fuck off and die' kind of approach it might be kind of different, but I am talking about a sensible and mature breakup here.

Now I am fine with my Ex having a new bf, and fine with not speaking as much as we used to and I would be fine, to some extent, if she fell for a mate. If by any chance some love flower blossomed between my ex and one of my best male friends, I'd accept it. What we had was over and thats fine. But when you have a mate who is when a description of 'desperate' is an understatement and its surprising he hasn't sought after inanimate objects as a way to release his tension.
When he's drunk he's after whatever he can get, and I just don't like my Ex being seen as 'Whatever he can get' to me she is more than just a slab of meat he can have some casual meaningless sex with because he can't get anyone else. Not to mention she currently has a Boyfriend and I know she wouldn't cheat. As I said before, if some love had blossomed between the two it would be different, but when he is making desperate, and lets get this straight I've heard the things he was doing, offering, even after several very obvious declines and it was VERY desperate, I don't like it, and it really, really, annoys me. It's even more annoying when the excuse is 'Yeh, you know what I am like when I am drunk'.

Maybe I am making a big deal out of nothing, I often do that as has been seen, but still. She deserves more than being treated as little more than a moving blowup doll with little more intention than for him to unfill his obviously bursting balls.

Sure this will pass, but for now... Might as well blog it ay?