Hatred produces a web of fear.
My friend’s wedding is next weekend. This is the friend for whom I am acting as the Master’s of Ceremony.
I was thinking though, that this wedding acts as a landmark of shame for me. My friend, Brittany, is a homophobic princess of a human being that, as a result of my compounding fear and sense of increasing freedom, I am finding more and more difficult to enjoy spending time with. She talks about nothing worthwhile, and she gossips. She directs her life towards the possession of more grandiose things than those around her, and makes us all think that we should care.
She just doesn't seem to understand that I don't care about the colour of her car, or the brand of her shirt, or how much (or little) she paid for it. That stuff matters not.
But I do care about her wedding. This is the wedding that I was going to have a boyfriend for.
That is part one of the web this venomous friend of mine has constructed.
