Jan 072008

If there is one thing I’ve learned  thus far in life, it’s never to burn a bridge unless the other person actually did something unforgivable, something more than hurt my feelings and make me sulk in a corner.

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My quick temper and instinct to resort to scathing put-downs with liberal dollops of slander very nearly cost me a good friend a few years ago.

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She agreed to get coffee with me this Saturday so let’s hope I don’t fuck it up.

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  14 Responses to “growing up a little”

  1. That’s a very important lesson to learn. When I was younger, I turned bridge-burning into an art form, always running from or dramatically abandoning anyone who didn’t treat me like a queen. Ugh…I don’t like remembering what a total butthead I used to be. Luckily, I’ve been blessed enough to be allowed to rebuild almost all those bridges. And that might be why I like people so much. :)
    Have a good time on Saturday, hunny. You won’t fuck it up. xoxo

    • It seems like it’s a no-brainer, but it really took me a long time to get to the point where I could admit it. I’m glad I’m not alone!

      Of course, there are people who I will never allow back in my life, and I’ll gladly watch those bridges perish!

  2. Jesus H. Weinstein, this is a good lesson.

    I’m trying to remind myself that it is not my responsibility to rebuild bridges that other people have burned with me, though. I have a tendency to want to try to fix friendships that I didn’t actually destroy. Mmph.

    • Same here! I get so tired of chasing people down, trying to breathe life into expired friendships when it wasn’t even my fault. And then the only old friends who seek ME out are boys who want more than friendship. Life blows.

      BUT! I’m mailing your painting today. I have it all snug in a box, ready to go! I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve had it ready for over a week, but my first attempt to mail it was when we were joy riding with the pig mask, and both of the self-service post office thingies were down for maintenance. I was pissed!

    • Ugh, boys!

      Cannot wait for the painting. Yess!

  3. I’m a bridge burner. I admit it. Somehow I feel justified in every instance, though….hmmmm…maybe I have a problem…

    I’m sure you won’t fuck up your date with your friend! I admire you for rebuilding your friendship with her.

    • I usually don’t feel bad either, because generally there is a good reason for me to burn the bridge (and I’m sure we can agree on one of those instances!). But this was different. We had a dumb argument and I went and wrote a bunch of mean stuff about her because I’m like, 4 years old. We tried to be friends once, a few months ago, but she said she wasn’t ready because I had hurt her badly.

      That made me feel terrible. We weren’t friends for a long time, but she meant a lot to me and I’m glad she’s giving me another chance.

  4. friendship is over-rated.

  5. I’ve burned a few bridges in my day…yay for having a bad temper.

    Good luck!

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