Friends, Romans, Countrymen…lend me your ears.
How disenchanting it must be to organize time to spend fellowshiping with acquaintances that you realize, in one glorious epiphany, that you don’t even like these people deep down. Pull the plug…and send everyone home packing. Batman did it…so did Scarface…hmmm… Smfh. I really don’t wanna be here right now. There isn’t a single person in this room that I would want to truly explain how sickly annoyed I am right now. Defenses would rise, feelings would get hurt, walls come up, fingers would point, rejection would be returned, attitudes would bite, and “friends” would be lost…why is it I can count on one hand those worth fighting for? Smh again…its a matter of time before the numbers drop like my temperature. Who will survive the winter? …can you?
