Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Friends of circumstances

Had a wonderful weekend once again at the cottage - which is I think something very, very Canadian to do - go up to the cottage, by the lake, for a weekend. Sitting on the deck, reading, with a bottle of beer and the loons calling in the background. Some friends in the canoe, rowing away. Just, you know, acting out the perfect, easy-going, relaxed, and peaceful Canadian, like a boss.

Except it was sometimes not so peaceful. At the cottage, people are essentially trapped in a house in the wild, doing all sorts of activities together. Sort of like a reality show. And like the reality show there's always the scumbag. Maybe it's the law of probabilities or something. If you have 5 degrees of separation to anyone in the world, you probably have a 3 degrees of separation to any given scumbag in the world.  It's just inevitable; every group of friends, has that one person that no one really knows why exactly they are part of the group.

They are not the weird friend that embarrassed you that one time by acting like a complete douche, and had everyone go, "who invited this guy?!". No no not the one timer. I'm talking about, for as long as you can remember, the scumbag has been around, and no one likes said scumbag, but he or she is always around. Has always been, and unfortunately seems to always will.

So that was the situation I was confronted with this past weekend, and honestly what the heck do you do with these people nowadays? I mean life and friendship was so much simpler when you were a wee little cruel kid. You just go up to the person and say, I don't wanna be friends with you anymore you poopface! and voila, magically, person disappears from your life. Nowadays, you gotta be mature and all and sensitive and walk on egg shells and shit. Growing up suuuucks. I'd like to just call someone poopface one more time. Instead I went all civil and just employed avoidance strategies throughout the weekend. Gah! I'm a wuss.

3 comments:

  1. That's what alcohol is for.

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  2. yep and throw rocks and sticks at the person too..maybe even make them eat poop? that was fun...ahh..being a kid rocks sometimes...

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  3. I agree. Drink until they go away or you don't mind drowning them in the lake. That's what lakes are for right? Right....?

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