Duh

So on a weekly basis, the children I work with come to me with some kind of complaint about who they hang out with. My advice is always the same, isn't it.

Well if you don't like how they treat you, don't be their friend.
If you're not happy when you're with them, don't be their friend.
Do you think it's more important to like yourself, or to be liked by someone else?
A good friendship is a friendship where you feel happy with who you are, not unhappy cause you feel you need to be someone else.

I think I should model the behavior that I preach.

Monday, my coworker friend J recieved a bouquet of flowers from this guy S she had been seeing for less than a week. I have been 'seeing' Sly for almost 4 months and ... (cue the whistling wind sound affect... tumbleweed rolls by... wind again..)

So I realized (yes, I understand most of my friends knew this already, and I knew it too. To quote V, I "just need to believe it.") that Sly first of all, SUCKS, and second of all, was not appreciatative of all I could offer as a person.

It's as if I'm this wicked piece of elaborate machinery, such as an iPhone(tm) . And here's SLY, with this awesome phone, and this amazing manual he could consult for all the possible ways he can appreciate the phone, and there are even CLASSES ON HOW TO GET THE MOST OUT OF YOUR iPHONE(tm), and he is SURROUNDED by people who treat their iPHONE(tm) SO WELL, and what does he do?!?! Nothing. He's just thinking, oh, I'll use my iPhone(tm) when I'm lonely, or need my back scratched, or my dick sucked.

I'm sorry, but the iPhone's(tm) were not just made for GOING DOWN ON YOU AFTER ONLY 5 MINUTES OF MAKING OUT WHEN I AM PRETTY SURE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY VAGINA IS AND NO I WAS NOT KIDDING WHEN I ASKED YOU TO RETURN THE FAVOR AFTER I GAVE YOU A BACK MASSAGE. YOU. DOUCHEBAG.

I am of course speaking metaphorically.