I think it’s pretty pathetic that this black chick had to go off on this white dude for wearing dreadlocks and “stealing” her culture in the video that was trending yesterday on Facebook. I swear there are more black racists these days than whites, but I know, I know. I’m supposed to be politically correct and not point that out because, well, I’m white, of course. 

Racists (of any color) aren’t the point of this entry, though. The point is realizing how important it is that I move on and how much nicer it is not to have to live with the negative aspects of past friendships. 

I know at first that I felt totally responsible for the loss of my friendship with Aly and wondered if I shouldn’t have just kept my opinions to myself and been there for her more often. 

But you know what? I WAS there for her and I really don’t think I should feel guilty for my honesty. I was concerned and just trying to look out for her. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s true that I have become a bit too critical and judgmental with age and that I need to be more accepting and tolerant. Just not overly forgiving, though. Despite not being perfect myself, I realize there’s no point in rolling my eyes and condemning those who believe in God and other things I perceive as just fantasies and wishful thinking. If people aren’t hurting anybody, then to each their own, right? 

The more time I’ve had to reflect on Aly’s dumping me, the more I realize that I truly am better off without her and that to reconnect with her, Andy, Paula or even Nane in the future would be taking a step backward in life. I don’t want to do that. The guilt trips Aly would put on me for not texting with her more often, her constant baggage, her throwing our friendship away as if it meant absolutely nothing… none of that will be missed. Just her close connection to Kim could be stressful enough, as I would really have to watch what I said and did. Aly was just way too sensitive. And a hypocrite. 

I wish those from my past the very best, but that’s it. They’re in my past to stay and I don’t see myself changing my mind anytime soon, if ever. 

Went walking/jogging this morning for 26 minutes. His HR peaked at 104 and mine at 146, though it didn’t feel like mine got that high.