Okay, I know, it's silly

So I just watched the "Twilight" movie, for the second time. And I hate to say it, but it's ridiculously addicting. But I still have to justify myself to you, the one person who may read this. I am not one to jump on bandwagons. In fact, I tend to shun bandwagons for as long as possible. "Trendy" things tend to have the opposite affect on me, I run the other direction. Back when everyone kept saying that Brad Pitt was soooo hot, I disagreed. Only in the last few years have I finally decided he's not bad to look at (always been a Matt Damon girl myself). When Harry Potter came out, I didn't read a single book or watch a single movie until just before the 6th book was released. Of course, then I started reading the books and couldn't put them down. So when this whole Twilight thing started building, I looked the other way. I did not want to get involved in this craze that was the topic of ever pre-teen girl conversation in the US. So I ignored it. Not as long as usual though, my curiosity got the better of me. I started reading the books. And, I realized that I am just as much of a sucker as every.....other.....girl....on.....the....planet. I do have to say, thank God for my willpower to hold off as long as I did, because I started reading after all four books were published and the first movie was in theaters. I can't imagine how miserable it was for all those who had to, gasp, wait between books. Now, I admit, the books are cheesy with a capital C. They play off every ridiculous emotion that we silly girls have. And it is completely unrealistic. We are already dissatisfied with the men in our life thanks to Jane Austin, Disney, and every romantic movie ever made, but Twilight takes it to a new, even more unhealthy, level. In the movie Edward refers to Bella as a drug, he says, "You're my own personal kind of heroin". Well, this movie is like a type of heroin. You know it's bad for you, but you like it anyway, and once you start, you just want more.

Why does it hurt?

I consider myself a fairly rational person. But it's funny (not ha ha funny but more odd funny) that some things can really get to me, despite what I'm sure is a rational explanation. So I have this friend, and I'm fairly sure that they won't read this, but if they do, please don't take this the wrong way, this is in my head and is not an accurate representation of you. Anyway, this friend, I'm not sure how to define our relationship because I've never had a friendship like this before. For some reason I feel compelled to befriend this person, and they just might hate it. Perhaps they don't want anything at all to do with me and are humoring me, praying daily that I would just leave them the hell alone. Perhaps, but I don't think so based on a lot of other things I won't share. This person doesn't get out much, or at least they say they don't. Basically because of a lack of time and a general resistance to social situations. Again, so they say. However, this is where the existence of an online social network can be problematic. See, other people can post pictures of you that show up on your friends pages even if the person who posted the picture is not your friend. So, on occasion, I get photos of my friend, hanging out with other people and seemingly having a good time. Except they won't hang out with me. And I don't know why. And this hurts. But, LOGICALLY, it shouldn't. There are a lot of people who like me, a lot of people who want me around, a lot of people who are willing to go to lunch or a movie or to the park. I'd even risk saying that most people who I know would be more than happy to hang out with me if I called them and asked. So why does it bug me so much that this person, this ONE person, doesn't want to? Or can't find time to. I've always thought that if someone really wants to be around you, they'll make time. Maybe that isn't a correct thing to believe.