i spent a majority of the weekend with friends. my old, good friends that i've come to cherish and miss. the ones who i can be my fiction-less self with. and as we caught up i came to find out that i wasn't the only one doing the missing. it was a satisfying, and very humble feeling that i truly am an impact on others. of course, i took things in with a stride and smile, and the hilarity ensued.
though they were different people with different views on life, they all turned to me and brought up one, singular comment which really irked me a bit...
"You seem like you were happier in Orlando."
does it really show? the sadness of being trapped in this sweltering hell?
"Man, i moved here to do better."
which is the most total and utter opposite of how i feel about being here.
i suppose if you hate something enough, it really emminates in your actions. i'm 100% positive these people don't read these entries or have a myspace (yet i'm still connected to 90-something million people? ok...). why did i ever convince myself to do this...
in the mean time, all my fellow nice guys should have a look at this.