Like I Give a Shit.

I am so grateful that at the very least I know who my good friends are and although most of  them don't like spending time hanging from finger fucking holds does not mean that they are not wonderful people with passions and past times of their very own.  I find that this point in my life has been a godsend when figuring out who is there for me and who is not.  For example, I knew that none of my ex's friends liked me but since we share this small world of climbing, I know that I will have to put up with them in one fashion or another.  You see, my real friends called, emailed, text messaged, facebooked and stopped by to see how I was doing when my ex and I split.  BUT did any of my "friends" from my former relationship even bother?  No. 

 I climbed with someone for two days at Rocktown and they even asked me how I was doing but these fake ass bitches from Brevard, NC that I had known for well over a year did not even bother to say something over Facebook.  The funny thing about it is that if I run into them, which unfortunately is likely, they are going to put on such an act that even Grace Kelly would believe it.  Too bad I have an refined my ability to detect white trash.  Finally, the time has come for the best sort of revenge, a life well lived.