Perfect Dash of Red

I was just trying to calm myself after an argument with a "friend". This is just one of my rants. I was just so offended by what he did. He didn't give me a chance to defend myself. We are both part of a common circle of friends. I simply wanted them to talk things over and avoid saying something behind each other's back. And I hated him accussing me that I am being biased and I had changed a lot. The way he talked to me is something that I can't really tolerate.

The circle of friends I grew fond of, giving them my whole trust that we know how to respect one another. But I guess, this is just one of the many friendships that I have to let go. Saying nasty things is no way to resolve an argument. And I myself can't take it anymore. So i ended up telling him that the time has come for us to say our goodbyes to the friendship we both had and shared.

It just pains me to leave the three years of friendship we had. But i guess, we have to say our goodbyes.

On my way to work, I was busy looking at other people's faces. I was wondering what kind of lives they live. Almost everyday, I always see that crazy woman in rags in the street. I was thinking what kind of family she had. I see the pink Porsche and saw the woman driving it. I was thinking of what university she attended during her college.  And I saw myself in her car's window. A reflection of a girl with her eyebrows almost meeting at the center. Then I smiled to myself. One thing's for sure. I know my family loves me. If not, I won't be of any difference to the crazy woman in the street. I may not have the same luxurious car as the woman I saw in her Porsche. I'm just an average girl who knows that I am loved. I live by my own means. And I am blessed with a family who loves me and friends who knows how to pick me up when I lose myself. I am neither of the two women, but I am who I am.