Popping Bubbles

Too Much to Handle

Desiree and I joke that friends can only hang out with us for a matter of one or two weeks before they realize we are too much to handle.  I’m not quite sure what it is about us that people can’t handle, but it’s a repetitive event.  So there’s something.

To others’ credit, we were a little ridiculous when we first became friends. Not everyone can have a weekend that lasts from

At Molly Maguires

At Molly Maguires

Wednesday night through early Monday morning and still hold a full time job.  But even since cutting back on that, people still tend to disappear.

Or just fade away.

Luckily though, we have a handful of friends who stick around.  They might not alway physically be there, but you know they’re there when you need them.  That’s all that matters anyway.

We’re a good time – Give us a chance. (:

The Bubble Theory

We have this theory with bubbles.  If you have ever had a moment where you feel like you are in your own world, and no one else is really seeing what is going on around you… you’ll get this.

Every once and awhile you are in a situation where the people around you are experiencing something on a whole different level than you, and you are left behind, wondering what is going on.  You are in a bubble, your own bubble, completely separate from the world.

The thing is, we all have our own bubbles, and when those people are experiencing the same event, their bubbles popped together, while you are left, floating outside the atmosphere.  Sometimes it’s a good thing for bubbles to pop.

Not always.

When an old friend, or, perhaps a guy from the past, enters the room with new friends, new guys.  It’s not always easy to watch their bubbles pop together. It’s even harder when your bubble refuses to pop, and there you are, left outside.

The best thing to remember in situations like this is that life always goes on.  No moment or situation will be everlasting.  Even if you are left in your own bubble the whole night, it will eventually end.

And tomorrow is a new day.  Oh, and if tomorrow sucks, it’s okay because…

The next day is a new one, too.

Just the girls

Just the girls

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