Dinner and a movie

Now that life is semi-back to normal or at least I think that it is. I can resume my endless rants. I talked to Mom and got that whole situation worked out. Tonight I am going to dinner with an old friend. But I have to say that I am completely sick and tired of going out to dinner with old friends. The reason for this is that people come into town and want you to go out with them. Which in and of itself isn’t a big deal. But there is such a feeling of commitment.

I think the real problem is me. I have such a fear of commitment that when someone wants to have dinner with me (and I have a window of five days to fit them in) my first impression is “who is this person?” my second thought is “how important is my friendship with this person?” I have actually in the past made plans to meet up with someone that is in town for a short period of time. Then I determined that since I only see them once every five years that I can’t be expected to drop what I am doing in order to be subservient to this person. This train of thought leads me to the conclusion that since I don’t see them enough we aren’t really friends subsequently I should not be spending time with someone that I am not friends with.

It is a sad state of affairs when you reach the point of commitment phobia that you actually have a logarithm for having dinner with someone from out of town.

Quote of the day:

Sometimes I drive around town in my car while wearing a bicycle
helmet. Then when I spot a biker who isn't wearing a helmet I roll
down my window and screech obscenities while pointing at my helmet.
Everybody deserves a positive role model.