The Trash

Things between my friend and her <3 went sour a few weeks ago. They were at the point where they needed to decide whether they were going to try to be an official couple or stay friends.

My friend decided that they were worth a shot, that they could make it work. He decided otherwise and also decided that the best way to go about telling her was to treat her coldly, as if they were barely even friends.

Sometimes, the Supreme Being takes the liberty of taking out the trash.

She told me that she prayed and prayed and prayed until she finally realized that God did her a favor by getting that man out of her life. I am not much of a believer in the Divine when it comes to human relationships, but I’m pretty sure that any guy who can’t muster up the courage to tell you face-to-face that he wants to be friends is definitely trash. In fact, trash like that is so toxic that he should be put in a metal barrel and sunk into the bottom of the Antarctic Ocean or wherever else it is that nuclear waste gets sent to.

Oh, you noticed the “recycables” pile? I’ll get to that another time.

My personal take on this is that if someone is willing to pass up a chance to be with you and does not have to balls and respect for you to even consider talking it over with you and decides to drop you like a hot potato, man, that person doesn’t deserve you. So no matter how awful it is that things fell apart, thank God. He just decluttered your life.

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