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  • I walked into the pub. It was so much brighter than it's supposed to be. Why are the lights so bright tonight? My friends lead me to the only available table. It's the only seat in the entire establishment. And we pass your table, old friendships turned to shit, people in ties, girls in heels, gel in hair. I hug and ignore, hug and ignore. To have so many memories and photo ops from a life of twenty-somethings to land here on the other side is at times numbing. But I choose to be me, to be respected, to live in truth. And no I don't think it's okay to go down on a friend and not tell the one you love. And no I don't think it's okay to talk shit about those people we are supposed to hold dear. And no, I would never be friends with your ex if he slept around on you. It's that simple. So we all continue on. We're adults. We can do this 5 feet apart from each other and pretend it's no big deal. Because I can look at the past and smile and move on. We choose different paths. We choose different methods of dealing, living, and coping. And I can walk out the back door. Turn away from the faces and start moving my legs the other direction. Refuse the reminder of what I need from those that could never deliver. And that has to be okay.
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