Meet. Rinse. Repeat.
A conversation today morning,
She: [...] yeah, that will be fun if we are like together and stuff, but not with random people.
Me: Umm... are we random people ? I mean, to each other ?
She: Well, you are just a friend of a friend (referring to this particular other friend, She-Friend A, lets say).
Me: Yeah, I guess...
In another conversation, this time with She-Friend A herself,
Me: So I guess since you understand where I'm coming from in all this...
She-Friend A: I don't know you that well right... so...
Yeah, welcome to the vicious cycle that is my life. Recycled friendships, illicit intrusions into other peoples' lives. Enroaching on clearly marked boundaries. Pushing against a wall, I know I cannot break or climb or find the gate to.
And so I stand with my head against that wall... Bang ! Bang ! Bang !