When It Rains, It Pours

When you have one fight with a friend, you can blame them. When you have two fights with two friends within the same 24 Hour period, you can't help but blame yourself.
The first fight was with Shaunae regarding some information about Alba's new interest. I had already known some things about him that I wasn't necessarily comfortable knowing. However, this last tidbit of information was the final straw. And although I promised her I would not tell Alba, I told her. I later texted Shaunae that I had told Alba. She FREAKED out. To the point where this occured Friday night, and as of midnight last night I was still getting rather lengthy, and very angry, text message from her. But too bad! Why? Because some secrets, no matter what is at stake, need to be told. If any of you were dating someone with a past that I knew about, I would tell you. This issue hits particularly close to home for me, because Jordan had an extensive past that many of my friends seemed to know about, but never thought to tell me. I would have welcomed the information. It would have hurt but not hurt more than constantly wondering why it was that some friends never seemed to embrace him. Or always seemed so cold around him. So consider this your warning, if any of you tell me a secret that involves the personal life of another loved one (and can help them out) or you leak some potentially dangerous CIA secrets, I will tell someone. I am no priest, I have no vows to uphold. When a secret you have is not your own, and can affect someone else, what makes you think it is your secret to tell and keep?
I bet I sound like an awful friend.
The second fight is so much more girly and melo-dramatic. Yesterday morning I was on the phone with Harry while I was still in bed. He asks how I am doing, if I am freezing my ass off, etc. He then proceeds to tell me about a party that he went to. And how he began talking to this beautiful girl. He throws in there that he took her home. I ask, "Is she still there with you?" He says, "No, I got rid of her at 6 this morning...so, what are you wearing?" I wanted to say "Sweat pants motherfucker, it's cold!" but instead I got quiet and just said something lame like, "I have to go... " Him: "What happened, what did I say?" Me: "I don't want to be sloppy seconds, even if it is over the phone. I am going to go now." Him:"First of all I was joking, but... you know what? I'll talk to you later." I wrote him a text to apologize and I get a text about 20 minutes later saying that this whole thing is wrong, and it's not fair to either of us. Have a great weekend. I think I was overly sensitive given my argument with Shaunae and that set it off. We joke like that all the time. He asks me who I'm seeing, I ask him who he's seeing. It's always been a pretty mutual understanding. And I totally got dramatic on him. That one was my bad.
Oh well, it was fun while it lasted!
Thank God for Slinky and the book Beneath a Marble Sky, oh, and BettyLou's (previously mentioned as Muffin in this blog) delicious brownies. And long walks in Washington Park, getting my hair done, and the movie Volver (those women had real issues). Yesterday was completely emotionally draining. I am so glad I woke up to Slinky's wet kisses, it's a sign it is going to be a much better day.