It is funny how in just a few days I got dinner invites from two male friends who both got dumped by their girlfriends. Though I like the company of friends, I cannot listen to a guy who whimpers endlessly and pines away the night—and, I hope not, the rest of his life--for the woman he lost without wanting to shake his shoulders till he stops acting like a girl. If after more than five years and he still hasn’t gotten over her, then my presence and whatever I say—whether harsh or sympathetic—won’t really make any difference, would it? Life is too short and too beautiful to be spent in whimpers.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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5 comments:
i agree. i had my own share of whimpering, but five years is just too much.
like a line from one of Neruda's poems, Tonight I can Write: "love is short, forgetting is so long."
:)
why whimper? bawl like you mean it! then go get a good medium rate steak with a glass of shiraz. :)
hhahahahahahhha. why not? :)
Now it can be told as The Diary of the Whimpy Kid. Lol. Just kidding.
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