Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

I have had some of the best friends. I've shared moments with some of these friends that I think could go down in the friendship hall of fame, if there were such. I remember having some illness, and two friends making me a basket filled with chick flicks, chocolates, and magazines. That's stellar. I also had a friend who knew I was selling my couch to make extra money, so he gave me $50 more than what I was asking for it. So why am I even bringing this up? Because we're no longer friends. The two who made me the basket, well, we had a "falling out" several years ago and I have no idea where my couch savior even lives these days. My middle school friends are gone, my high school friends are spread out, my college friends moved to Pete only knows, and my grad school friends didn't leave a forwarding address. I think people are just meant to be a part of your life as stepping stones, but I hate that.

But what kind of friend am I? I have friends call that I don't call back, and I'm notorious for canceling plans. Maybe it's my fault. I'm selfish. It’s interesting how you can be so close with a person for so long and then in one instance not even know who they are.

I did not wake up this way this morning. I felt great today. I was in a good mood. I got enough sleep. This afternoon, I just got bummed out. Now I'm eating a frozen pizza (planned on cooking dinner) and might even be asleep before any of my TV shows come on.

At least it's already Wednesday.