i got an answer to the other day's rhetorical question about why people are so mean. it's because other people allow it.

after a hard ride on the drama llama, a friend of a friend (now former friend of my friend) returned to a girlfriend who dumped him at a most inopportune moment. i'll spare the boring details but i can assure you that far too many innocent people were abused in the course of approximately 72 hours and the sobbing, whining, histrionic DRAMA this dude perpetrated on all these people only served to alienate his friends when she took him back.

the sadness lies in the pattern. she's dumped him before. she'll dump him again. he'll cry again. and very very soon there will be no one to lean on, and he'll probably die, taking her with him. remember the dude in the news from six months ago, who killed his wife in Vegas and hung himself in a cheap motel room in Hope, BC? yeah. they're a lot like that. childish, weak, irresponsible fucktards. and in their late 30's. more than old enough to know better, act better.

then again, maybe i'm not finding it all that sad. maybe i'm too annoyed to really give a shit.