I’m having a problem with a friend currently. One that I’ve been dealing with in one of the most cowardly ways possible. The problem isn’t that there’s any animosity between the two of us, it’s that I’m kinda getting tired of my friend. ‘Burnt out’ on him sorta speak.
He pokes me to game and talk every day, asks me to RP, indirectly ignores any signs of disinterest I show. If I didn’t avoid him, or didn’t spend time with other people, I’d be on voicechat and/or ingame with him for entire days on end.
Some manners of his also really irk me, but aside from that he’s decent to be around. It’s a weird situation to be in and I don’t like it.
timpietim asked: "I need a hug."
At the sound of the somewhat lonely and bleak remark, Wikk wandered over and laid a comforting arm across the elder Asura’s shoulders, drawing him into a friendly embrace. He tilted his head a little to the side, to get a better look at the dejected looking fellow sitting all by himself at the bar.
“It’s alright. All of us need a hug from time to time,” he murmured to Ryid, giving him a warm smile, “Do you mind if I ask what’s bothering you? Nobody should ever feel so down in the dumps…”
Ryid froze up as Wikk responded to him, ears flat against his head in embarrasment. D-did I just say that out loud? Oh by the Alchemy how embarrassing.Thoughts ran through his head on why he kept dragging himself to that bar. He never particularry engaged in conversation there, at least not to his recollection. More often then not the evenings tended to turn into large black spots in his memory, like that one time when he found himself butt-naked in an Inquest dormitory.
He turned his head giving an awkward smile, trying to slink out of the physical encounter by gently shrugging off the other Asura’s hand. "Eheh, that may have been meant to be more of a retoric whine rather then a request… I-I appreciate the gesture, just a little quick to extend such gratuitous physical contact to a stranger, is it not?" Ryid cleared his throat and emptied what was left of his drink in one gulp. He gave out a content sigh, the booze giving him just a little more time to collect his words. "It’s just that I find myself here once more, attracted to the drinks and the prospects of social contact, only to end up sitting alone with a drink worrying about the Eternal Alchemy’s little uncertainties. You’d feel down as well if you could just peer inside my mind’s eye."
It’s kinda funny how much one look can make you judge yourself. I’ve been going to the gym for a couple of months now, usually two times a week, and I though I had been starting to look a whole lot better. Yet today, when I was getting dressed to go back home I took a look at myself while I was in my skivvies and I have to say. Self-image: ruined, confidence: gone.
I’m going to try and take the diet more seriously, cause just running and playing with weight-lifting machines isn’t doing jack.