Run, Baby, Run

You can’t help who you love. You can’t help who you don’t love, either. Regardless of how long they’ve been there for you, in what capacity, or how much they’ve given. Giving back just never seemed right. I’ve known about it for awhile, though the info was unsolicitously obtained  through a third party who was unwilling or unable to keep their mouth shut. Alcohol was, of course, involved. Though not in any excusable quantities. Classic Sofia response ensued-lack of aforementioned control can break your heart. I like to inflict myself on others.

Perhaps I’m too far gone to realize when someone’s not acting like an asshole. Or maybe I just need to grow up.

So many conversations this weekend. I found out a lot about one person, and nothing about another one. What a shame.