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Pity Party part 11,598: Moping strikes back.


I spent a lot of time with John over his winterbreak from school. One such occasion, about a week and half, maybe two weeks ago, the subject of camping came up. And as usual I got that distinct look of horror I always get when I announce that I have never had the pleasure of camping in my life. John commanded that we needed to rectify that soon. I said cool, because I've always wanted to. Then for the week that followed I tried to get him to go hiking with me on South Mountain on 3 consecutive days, but he couldn't manage to wake up early enough to fit it in. Cool, no big deal.

Thursday Brian tells me he and John had decided to go camping for the weekend, but he keeps discussing it in a particular way. Saying "me and John" and "we" but never opening it up to the rest of us sitting in the room. I feel a little hurt, but don't ask, because it seems like it's a Thing. You know, sometimes you have a Thing with a friend. Even though our small group has grown to a community, sometimes you just want to hang out with one person. I respect that, so I kept my mouth shut.

After they come back I find that the trip included not only John and Brian, but also David and Jess, AND they tried to convince Ben and Brandon to join them.

Goddamnit. I'm torn between kicking myself for the above assumption, and the hurt that John never thought to tell me about it himself. Just because of that recent conversation, I would think he would've been excited to tell me about the idea, but I never heard from him at all. I know full well that it's mostly my OWN DAMN fault, but that makes me feel SO much better, right? Whatever.

To make my mood worse I saw Shannon tonight at Brian's, and received not so much as a glance from her once. Meg and I both want nothing more than to put the past aside, and have both attempted to talk to her on a couple of awkward occasions. She seems adamant on disregarding us as non-entities. I suppose that's her choice, but every time I see Nick I feel further and further away from him because of it.

Thus concludes todays episode of Crap-Ter-Piece Theatre, join us next week when our plucky hero mistakes David's friendly hug as a sexual advance, and chaos ensues...

with sexy results. **cheesey tiger-growl here**