Fuck Yeah

Sometimes you just can't hit a ball hard enough.
Sometimes everything you touch is golden.
Tonight was a night like that.
Return to Volleyball Night.
Fuck yeah!

I had a bit of aggression to take out on the ball,
and that I did.
And, I had a pretty good team.
We were the only 5 person team and meshed pretty well.
We lost a couple and won a few.
What more can you ask for.
It was nice to be back after seven weeks off due to the elbow and school.

All this after being up til 530 am and working for a good part of the day.

I am so glad to have reconnected with Thomas.
I hated that our friendship went awry due to
(this is where I could say circumstances beyond our control when, in reality, it was )
the immature bitch he hooked up with
who had some huge jealousy factor about our long-time friendship.
The past two nights spending 5+ hours each just chatting, laughing,
sharing music, memories, and reconnecting has been so fun.
Especially in comparison to the crap that's come out of Kev of late.
Thomas was my original music bud.
Four years later, along comes Kevin, with much of the same fun qualities
as Thomas, but different circumstances and issues.
He fill(s)ed a void.
But since I've traveled to meet him, our friendship has become so strained
with his anxiety, now paranoia, and - fuck knows what.
I've never tried to be anything but a good friend to him, and yet on more than one
occasion he's accused me of some very un-friend-like things.
I won't go into them here - but let's just say, that I do not deserve the crap he's
spewed, when I've never tried to be more than just a good friend to him, and have his best interests in mind.
A long story, but I will gladly tell him if he is ever at all curious.
I doubt he will be, as I am suspecting that he had his say, as he has in the past,
and then will disappear for a time, only to return at some later date either:
A) happy as hell to be talking to me again
B) not remembering a thing about it
C) still blaming me as if it was some bad episode of Ground Hog Day or the Twilight Zone.

It sucks having to watch my every word I type to him
(as he makes excuses not to use voice, or phone, and only type)
Funnily enough, in the beginning of our chats, he preferred voice/cams.
Maybe he knows I've seen all his sides and all that he can do is hide in/behind incomplete text.
No phone texts.
Even though I recall that he talked about texting others in the past.
I've rarely if ever been allowed, only reprimanded.
Go figure.
Anyway, maybe one day soon he'll have a change of heart, and be back, or maybe even apologise for his accusations. It really hurts, especially after all this time as friends to have things change so much, when we used to have so much fun together.

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Exercise:
2 hrs Volleyball