Okay, so I had a shit weekend. It happens. I've sworn off ever meeting another e-person again, the exceptions being if possible: Netta, Peat, Rando or randomly Kenny since he is the JS God and Creator.

Basically it pretty much sucked from start to finish.
I did a lot of running and walking that had me recovering for about three days. Anger/upset adrenaline only takes you so far before the body is like "Fuck moving...ever again!" At least I got fit.

Basically my guest pretty much did his own thing the whole time which was: go to malls, eat fast food, chug soda, watch anime, ignore most everything except the dogs (he's a marine yet he won't pick up a saliva covered dog ball?), not shower, talk about the marines non-stop, talk about his family/dog/home the whole time to the point of making me want to yell "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING GONE HOME!", ignore regular human interaction and not change his pants.
Grade: F

There were funny moments but for the most part ugh. I mean it was the worst case scenario but I wasn't overly shocked because the pessimist in me was totally prepared.

The bedroom we set up for him was too girly too so he slept in the front room in the basement and creeped out my brother's girlfriend apparently. I think he said a weird kind of thank you once but it sounded so not genuine to me.

I try to have faith and in some ways I understand him. But that understanding also led me to realize how much time I wasted on something I should have given up on a while ago.
He hasn't even called me since he got back anyway so hey, at least it's a mutual ending, right?
I try very hard to see the good and redeemable in people but I've been learning lately that that's not all you can hold on to. When the shit treatment outweighs the good something has to give.
I have no problem with the friendship ending. It was a dying dream anyway and as he flew away he carried with him the last of my hope.

I left the airport on the morning we dropped him off thinking "That was easy this time. Not crying is great. Goodbyes are so much easier without emotional attachment.
This is the last time I will leave here saying goodbye. The next time I want to be saying hello. I want to be coming back from an excellent adventure." The morning sunlight was beautiful through the high windows and there was even a bounce in my tired legs. As mom said "At least you didn't have to kiss this frog to know he was one."
The stupider side of me want to self-guilt for the shit weekend. The smarter side says "That book has ended. Lets go on to the next. You're the writer, not them."
So I am hopeful. At least I learned my lesson.

I did find some positives though: I like my brother's girlfriends. They're pretty cool, Nic's and Jimmy's. I'm going to show Jimmy's girlfriend a picture from back in the day when he was 13 and I was 14 and Johnny was at the house and it was waaaay late and Jimmy had the 4ft afro on with boxers on the afro, a fleece blanket green cape, a wooden sword, a slightly chunky face and going RAWWWR! at the camera at 3am in the winter time. Classic.
$5 books, shirts, and CDs are awesome.
Sunlight feels really good. I am more fit than I thought I was. Punching the air+running=fawesome.
The Soloist by Steve Lopez is a good book. Paper Towns by John Greene is the bomb diggity. Yes, I did just bring back "the bomb diggity".

Today's good news: my brother Chris got his dream job back after being laid off for so long. This is super since he was near born to work as a salesman for fishing items. I swear. I am really happy for him.

Note: Bizzy is not the judge of character I thought she was. Dang dog.
I need classical music after reading The Soloist. I need to watch the movie.
I start work tomorrow...oh SHIZ I start work tomorrow.
I must sleep.

Peace.
~Lo

P.S.
I like Chopin Concerti 1&2 on Piano. I must listen to it more often....