i found myself in an odd situation last night.
i was hanging out and partying with several of rat-bastards friends. (most of them don't keep in touch with him on a regular basis, but one of the guys that was there does)
i was nervous. like, really nervous. visibly, awkwardly nervous.
the one guy that is still good friends with the rat bastard doesn't particularly care for me, neither does his girlfriend. but, it wasn't his party and the other guys were being really cool.
but for a long time, until i settled into my fraggle groove, my mind was having a conversation that went something like this........
"okeeedokeee, you can do this, you are the fraggle, your ok, good lord please don't say his name, don't mention the new girlfriend around me, i hope noone brings up past times we all hung out together, and above all else, fraggle...don't slip and say the words "rat bastard"
yes, someone did say his name and i think i twitched a little, but i was ok.
no, noone brought up the new girlfriend, thank god.
yes, someone mentioned the old times when we all hung out together, and i was zen with it, i laughed and added my parts of the stories.
and most importantly...i didn't call him a rat bastard in front of his friends.
it was all good.
so as i laughed and looked around at the group of really great people i was hanging out with i found myself scratching my head and saying... "how the hell did i end up landing here?"



