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I'm currently (and indefinitely) on bad terms with the girl who passes for my best friend. Or passed - I'm not sure which tense is more appropriate.

A few weeks ago we met accidentally and I spent an hour and a half with her (yea) and her 2-year old daughter (nay). I was in a pretty bad shape that day. The mother-cat was ill and I was expecting a call from my mother to tell me the cat has died (the call came in the evening). My mind was deeply troubled and was in a dire need of a sympathetic ear. Instead I had to put up with the tantrums of a spoiled kid and the fact that it was my friend's kid didn't make much difference. As much as I tried I couldn't help expressing my irritation. My friend is not going to forgive that soon, if ever. So be it. I am utterly sick of tiptoeing around people who only care for themselves (which is practically everybody).

Another chapter closed. The older I get the less I will miss real life. Why would I miss something that brings mostly sorrow?