In my lifetime, Ive chosen the wrong kinda friends over and over again. I'm very reluctant to choose friends and include them in my circle, especially when they've already proven to have the potential to be a problem. Rory is one of these.
Rory and I had a bit of a spat and I couldn't wrap my mind around the reason I was perplexed. It was a very simple situation of disrespect. I want to say it was due to his age, but I can't declare that it was. There's some sort of something in me that believes that it is just who he is. The ones that have proven to be there time and time again don't like him. Even the ones that I have't included in the "close friends" category didn't like him. For the listener/reader I'm sure you're wondering, "what is Fuzzy even holding on to?" I am not one to turn my back on people who helped me out once upon a time. He helped me move some things into my apartment and I feel like to disown him or to distance myself from him would be some variety of usury.
I've come to terms that people are placed in your life for a reason and some times it's only I'll put some distance between him and I and that will give me due time to process the feelings and determine if later on he is someone who can be a part of my life.
Just Keep Wondering...
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