The Silent Lecture

There is a fine line between being flirtatious and being cheap.
You're about to cross it... without even knowing.

I won't ask you what's wrong nor will I tell you what you ought to be doing... One, it's lame; and two, YOU NEVER LISTEN.

I may be your friend... but dammit to hell if I allow myself to be diappointed in you over and over again.

You say he disappointed you... he broke you... he made you feel like there is no one worth investing so much of yourself into. Well guess what, honey...

SEEMS LIKE YOU DIDN'T EVEN INVEST IN HIM.
YOU INVESTED IN THE THOUGHT OF HIM & YOU & ALL ITS IDEALISMS.

You... you love the idea of love. You say you've been so hurt in the past that it's made you resort to becoming a nonbeliever. My God, who the hell are you kidding? You prance around with Cinderella's carriage moving around like a broken cartoon clip in your eyes. It's there for everyone to see.

And now another one comes along... One who, from the very start, did not at all seem right. And for the past days he has been in every single conversation you've sparked. I would be happy for you except...

I CAN SEE THAT HE ISN'T IN IT FOR THE LONG HAUL.

Jesus... I wish you'd get real. Just coz he has a better future than your last one doesn't mean his intentions are purely chivalrous. And it's not even that...

It's the fact that from the very beginning... and this i can tell given my expertise in the field... he's lied to you... albeit in small bits... but damn girl... a lie is a lie is a lie is a lie. YOU taught me that.

And even with all that, you still find yourself stooping to bend over backwards for him. You're so scared of our non-acceptance that you drive yourself to his first base every single time. Please, stop being so cheap.

It's only making you look worse. In their eyes... But more importantly... IN OURS (we whom you call friends).

I can only pray that you'd listen but I know that even a hurricane of prayers isn't going to stop you from blinding yourself in order to feel like you're truly worth anotehr man's affection.

So here's my bid.

I HOPE TO THE HIGH HEAVENS THAT YOU'D GET ANGRY... AT ME.

Angry enough to feel my words sting the very core of your being... angry enough to fume and scream "how dare I" to me... But more importantly,

ANGRY ENOUGH TO RECONSIDER THE NOTION THAT WHAT I'M SAYING MIGHT HAVE SOME ACTUAL SUBSTANCE IN IT.

maybe then... you'd get to thinking. and maybe then, you'd see the truth in what I mean.