BUT THEN you feel like the joke is on you because the world is filled with terribly, awful people and then you can't help but feel like the idiot considering it's something that you probably should have expected because duh people are monsters.
how is it that people don't live by the golden rule? it seems so simple. if there's something that i wouldn't want done to me, then i'm certainly not going to do it to someone else (ray rice - this applies to you and also AP - you fucks).
and it's not that i necessarily have low standards when it comes to friendships, but that my requirements are basic at best.
don't steal from me.
don't be a cunt to me.
don't lie to me.
do drink wine with me.
those seem easy enough to abide by, right?
YOU WOULD THINK SO.
except then people that you thought were your friends go ahead and commit thievery and/or ruin your bachelorette party (yes that was like six months ago but i'm still salty over it because i didn't get to go to the strip club).
so the moral of the story is "trust no one, question everything."
and now i'm going to google pictures of cats hugging each other.
it's the only constant good thing in my life (see also: yes i know that's dramatic).
p.s. i'm aware that it's not two cats. but they're wearing clothes and they're snuggling and it makes me feel better about life.