Katie, finalè

Just got off the phone with Rose, talked about what's been going on in our respective lives. It was an interesting conversation. Rose would spend ten to fifteen minutes talking about some happening with Robert - her new beau from work - or Wes, their neighbor, who likes Katie, or Bluebird (his last name, I forgot his first name) that likes Katie, that Katie likes - fun stuff - and the cooks at work, etc, etc. And my only response would be something like, "Yeah, I saw Spiderman 2 today." Or "Yeah, my truck's in the shop for a cracked radiator." Or "I talked to a friend earlier." How depressing. I mean, I'm really happy that she's moved out, on her own, in the real world. It's a great experience; she sounds like she's having a great time, and I hope it goes well for both her and Katie (who there'll be more to discuss later). It's still frustrating, though.

And with Katie...

I really, really need to accept that it was another meaningless crush. Although when I say meaningless, I don't meaningless to me. I mean to the world at large. She never knew, and probably never will (unless I get drunk one night while I'm over there), and those who I did tell, well, I think they just listen to and put up with me out of kindness. That's the only reason that comes to my mind when I ponder such a situation.