Hey, would you ever know if you're being paranoid?
Meadow just told me that I'm being obsessive and really paranoid.
I don't think I'm obsessive... although, being paranoid is another story.
She told me that I'm just making it harder for myself and that I should just go talk to her already. Waiting doesn't help, she said, rolling her eyes.
Instead of replying to her insensitivity, I remained silent. I thought about it.
I came to a conclusion that this whole thing was stupid.
Meadow told me that Winter probably misses me as much as I did.
At that, I was slightly appalled. Did I really miss her? I didn't say anything about missing her. So why did it seem that way?
And how on earth did she know that Winter would ever miss me?
She gave up on me. I'm starting to believe that I'm a horrible friend, actually. Why else would she leave me?
I told her that.
Meadow just continued to roll her eyes like she was talking to a simpleton.
"Just talk to her." she urged, making it sound more like a demand more than anything else.
I refused her instantly.
"You're being difficult." she complained and gave me a fed-up look.
I grunted and made her drop the subject.
She did leave me with something to chew on, though. I pondered about whether I was really being difficult or not.
To be fair, I can't really say that I actually went over to her face to face and tried to fix the problem.
I just realized that and started to scold myself mentally.
Then, adding to my defense, she didn't really come and try to fix it either. She didn't bother to find out what happen, and to me, that's enough to say that she doesn't give a damn.
I've been holding on to that trail of thought for awhile. Then, I pondered again, if she did, possibly, gave a damn?
Then what?
I don't see it.
I just don't.
But what if she's like me, waiting too?
.... won't that make us both idiots?
...
...Yeah, maybe that's what we are.
Stubborn idiots.
