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May. 28th, 2007 10:57 pm![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Chick: It was really good seeing you! Tell your sister I said hi!
Guy: I will -- you, too! [To friend] What a fuckin' bitch.
Chick: I can still hear you!
Guy: I don't care!
--Sugar Bar, Church St
Weird weekend. I spent the entire weekend "babysitting" the alcoholic, and yet again I find myself reluctant to return to Brent's next weekend. He is so pitifully sad and lonely. He knows he's bringing it on himself, and feels powerless to stop it because THAT requires EFFORT and CHANGE. He continues to try to allow me deeper into his life. Still, what will I possess if I ever become a real part of that life? A drunken spoiled lazy whiny child. I may be yet another woman who will leave his life because he refuses to grow. "Growing takes too much work, it's too hard" he says. But continually fighting it and refusing to proceed forward in life isn't any easier for him. All that has given him is pain and solitude.
I don't want to think about it any more tonight. I want to go to bed, but I'm not sleepy. Doesn't matter, I must go anyway.