I tend to go through 3 phases with it. Phase 1, I am glad. I didn't really feel like having a lot of people over anyways. Then, as it begins to settle in that, regardless of that feeling, they still cancelled on me, Phase 2 sets in. I begin to sulk and pity myself. And that would be where good ol' pride comes to the rescue, or Phase 3, as I like to call it. Who needs them anyways. They really aren't that cool and I am better off not having to hang out with them all night. So there.
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"She hated people who thought too much.
At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate
representative for almost all mankind." - Kurt Vonnegut Cat's Cradle
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