“I’d rather be happy than right”

I just Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and I have to tell you, it’s really really good. I was prepared for it to be a total disappointment but it was great. Tons of great lines like “so long and thanks for all the fish” and “I’d rather be happy than right.” That’s a great line.

And it all, unfortunately comes back to Asheville. Well here’s the deal:
I’ve been sick as hell all week. I’ve had bronchitis and then a reaction to my medication that put me in the hospital twice. Yeah, good times. Anyway, half way through my horrible week I got a super casual email from Asheville. Damnit, the boy won’t just go away. I thought after the battle we had I would never hear from him again. After careful analytical consideration of the email by all of my friends we’ve come to the conclusion that’s he’s trying to make nice. I’m not sure I want him to make nice. I want him to want me or hate me. I want him to tell me how much he misses me, craves me, wants me back. Either that or I never want to hear from him again. Why can’t it be that simple. Why do we have to be friends? Why does he have to get all chummy with me?

Why must you guys pull the friend card? Do you really feel that bad about breaking my heart that you need to mend it with the friend bandage? The Lorax had that same need. I think he felt bad about me getting so emotionally involved with him so he needed to stick around and be my friend. Although I must admit that it has seemed to work out with him (every time we hang out I secretly want to strip all of his clothes off and do dirty dirty things to him) I can’t imagine that any good will come from me and Asheville being friends. What’s the point? So we can continue to have awkward conversations about nothing over the phone and see each other once every other month. When you’re not sleeping together it’s hard to come up with excuses to see your buddy.

So anyway I haven’t replied to his email. I’m not even sure what to say to him. My friends suggest I keep it light, casual. Tell him how great things are going. The problem is, that’s bullshit. I just got over a week and a half of being sicker than I’ve ever been before, I have no boyfriend or romantic prospects, and I hate my job. So slap a smile on girl and bullshit your way into a friendly email with a boy that you’re probably still in love with! This’ll be fun!