| Disclaimer: This is not meant to offend, annoy, disgruntle, or otherwise do bad things to anyone. If you don't want to read it, don't. These are selected musings, not a blog. It does not, in any way, reflect the views or opinions of anyone featured on this site but me, Amanda. Happy Reading! Left, Center, Right I don't like being in the Center of two people, with one on the Right and one on the Left. I've been on the Left and the Right of people before. I don't like being there either. See, when you're on the Left, and Ms. Center has a fight with Ms. Right, Ms. Center has to bitch at you about Ms. Right. "But don't tell her I said that," Ms. Center murmurs, after citing some horrible faux pas Ms. Right has committed. Sometimes Ms. Right bitches to you about Ms. Center. "But don't tell her I said that," she murmurs, after citing some equally appalling thing Ms. Center has done. When this happens, all of a sudden, I am Ms. Center, and I have two feuding friends. Here I am, sitting in the middle of the melee, screaming, "I DON'T CARE!" and immediately regretting it. I am supposed to care, right? I'm supposed to care if my friends are fighting, supposed to work it out. Such are the bonds of friendship, right? "Don't worry so much about 'supposed to.'" (Chocolat) I know I'll always prefer Ms. Right, that's why she's on my right hand side. That's why she's my second. But what justification do I have for choosing one friend over the other? (I consider them all my best friends, the ones to the Left and Right, and Right of Right, whose status is equal to Left.) Some people are just more pleasant to be with. Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold. Well, which should be silver and which gold? And should one tell the two (or more!) friends if they are different colors? Is equality, supreme equality, really how we should act? That's never how I'll feel. Preference is human nature. Should I feel bad for choosing one friend over another? |