Playing the role of the idiot...Not me

This is going to be the only time that I bring this up. I'm going to say as much I as I can try to get off of my chest and be done with it. Also, I'm not using names. I'm not that much of an asshole.

A little back story. I had been kinda seeing this girl for a little bit. By kinda, I mean that we weren't actually dating, but we hung out a good bit and I was really into her.

Fast forward to about three weeks ago. Shit was over. No big deal. We just both knew that I was way more into her than she was me. I didn't lose any sleep over it and I wasn't bummed out or anything. We're still cool.

Over supper last night, I found out that someone that I consider a pretty good friend has been making a solid effort to date her. This is were I have a problem. If any of you know me at all, then you know that I'm very, very loyal to my friends. I consider them an extension of my family. As such, when my friends date someone or I date someone, that person becomes off limits to the rest of us. I respect that rule in regards to my friends and they respect that rule in regards to me. It's not an issue of how serious it was with that person, it's that we showed interest in someone for a period time. That said, about a year and a half ago I had sex with the dude's ex-girlfriend (which is where this blog got its name). Even though it had been a couple of years since they dated when it happened, I still told him. I respect my friends enough and hold them in a high enough regard to be honest with them.

That's what I'm getting at here. It was never serious to begin with. This is what has annoyed me the most about this whole thing. If he would have just said that he had an eye for her, I would have no problem whatsoever. I don't mean asking if I was okay with it. That's dumb. We're all adults. People are going to do what they want. Instead, he tried to keep it from me like I wouldn't find out. People find out, and I don't like knowing that someone I consider a good friend would sneak around and do things behind my back. I'm not an idiot, so don't try to play me like one. I show my friends a level of honesty and respect that I expect in return.

I'm not mad. I'm not upset. I'm not losing sleep or plotting some dumbass scheme in my head. I'm just annoyed. That's all. I wanted to get this off of my chest and it will be the last that I mention it. So please, for the love of not being an asshole, don't spout off to me about this. If you do feel the need, you've probably got my phone number. Hardly anyone calls and it would be kinda nice to get a phone call from someone that isn't my mom, dad, or sister.

It needs to be Wednesday afternoon at 2 o'clock in the afternoon already. I haven't crossed the Etowah County line since the first of October and even though I'm only going to be there for about a day and a half, I'm really stoked about going home, going to my home bar, and seeing my family.

Also, the Iron Bowl is Friday! To be totally honest, I really think that the cow college will be on the victorious end. That quarterback that they have is pretty damn good and he has shown excellent composure the past few weeks considering there seems to be someone else trying to drag his name through the mud every couple of days. Is any of the stuff true? I don't know. Honestly, I don't give a damn. The dude is one hell of a football player and the people that are trying to pull him under are probably just pissed that he isn't playing for them (not like it would matter, Mississippi State, you guys are still going to stay near the bottom of the SEC West). I'm just ready to go to my second Iron Bowl in person and watch what is probably going to be the best damn football game that I'll see for a long time.

My best friend is in the hospital. I'm not going to put the gory details on here because I'm pretty sure that would aggravate the hell out of her, but I've been friends with this girl since at least middle school and she's been like a sister to me for a long time. I don't pray, but I'm hoping like hell that everything turns out alright.

This past Monday(the 15th), was one year to the day that I quit smoking. If you want to know what motivated me to quit, Monday the 15th was also one year to the day that my grandmother died of lung cancer caused by, you guessed it, smoking.

Okay. my throat is scratchy and I have to be at Jimmy John's at 7am to pick my schedules for the Christmas break and spring semester. Oh joy. Considering how high the turnover rate is there and that I've been there for over a year now, I should be able to get the shifts that I want.

If I'm not back before then, which I won't be, Happy Thanksgiving! Be safe, eat too much, and drink too much.

I'm done.