Life Updated

I know, I know. I'm a slack ass, and I should really update my blog more often than once every 2 months.

The best news is that I'm still smoke free. That marks 73 days now. I am a little proud to be over the 2 month marker, and hoping that month #3 will be just as easy.

I moved away from Edmonton just over a month ago now. I'm back in my hometown and although there are a lot of changes to get used to, I find I'm acclimatizing well and enjoying the peace and quiet.

Not the dial-up internet though. It's just painful.

I'm working for mom's company. It's hard physical work, but it gives me a lot of time to think and sufficiently tires me out so I sleep well.

The money is a nice bonus, too. I'm trying to save every bit I can for the trip.

Speaking of which, I finally settled on backpacking through Europe. I thought Mexico would be better suited as a trip with friends, rather than solo, especially in light of the recent string of tragedies befalling Canadians vacationing in Mexico.

I've decided I'm going to fly to the UK and land in London and from there take a train or bus to Dover, where I will catch the train through the Chunnel and across to France. From there I haven't decided where I'm going to begin, but with a 3 month Eurail pass and a few thousand on the Mastercard, the sky is pretty much the limit.

I know Italy, Spain and Greece are definitely on the list, but the joy of travelling by yourself is that you can make it up as you go, and you won't be disappointing anyone, so I plan to take full advantage of the time I have there.

I'm budgeting 2 months there, but a lot will depend on exactly how much money I have, and a few other small factors.

I'm sure I'll think of more later, but since I've been so reclusive the past month, I thought I should probably post a quick update.

An Open Letter to an Asshole

For a little while now I've been just trying to forget the way that you acted, and the more I do, the more I think about it and realize what a petty little narcissist you were. In your mind, the world really is revolving around you, and I've decided it's my mission to knock you off your high horse and tell you that that's not how it's going to be. I won't stand for it, and I'm not going to forgive you.

In the past you've hurt people I've cared about, and now you've hurt me, and you seem to think there's nothing wrong with that. You think you can readily use people with no regard for their feelings, and I personally am sick to death of people like you.

I helped you out all those times because I was your friend and that's what friends do. Maybe I do have a tendency to allow people to take advantage of me, but that doesn't excuse your behavior.

Let's even forget me for a second. You decided your own needs and desires took precedence over the feelings of someone I care very much for because you're selfish and completely incapable of moral reasoning and empathy. What you did was WRONG, and they have every right to be harbouring a grudge and deciding to have very little to do with you now. I don't blame them, and more than anything I wish I could take back all the time I comforted you, rather than them. I feel ashamed about that.

In fact, even helping you out as much as they did after being so badly betrayed and manipulated by you is just testament to their strong character.

What I find more amusing and ironic than anything about all of this, is that we originally bonded over the bad behaviour of someone EXACTLY like you.

Guess what? You're no better than they were. You're a bad friend, too.

Go away now. I have no desire to want to talk to you, to attempt to understand why or to feel guilty over something that you made my fault instead of being accountable.