Perhaps I should brush over this week. It was not a happy one. I was not a happy person. I hated everyone and everything. This was compounded by the official and public confirmation that the Glam Rocker's band would be supporting Lady Gaga on her worldwide tour, which meant I would be mothering it, alone.
Flings are curious things, usually because at least one of you doesn't know you're in one until it's over. Flings come in all shapes and sizes, whether they're masquerading as lasting loves or little more than a f**k buddy you don't mind having a conversation with, but the one thing every fling has in common is that they end.
Friends can feel like the infrastructure of our lives, our sounding board, our pick me up. They can also give us enormous pain when they are lost, like any connected, loving relationship. Take those that stay, say goodbye to those that go, but don't lose sight of your ability to make connections and that sometimes in life, what fits one period, doesn't fit another.