The glorious pain of summer.
I don't know why this happens, but it has happened consistently for possibly around 2-3 summers. I tend to act pretty assholic to most of my friends (all two of them) at the time. It usually peaks around August, but it does develop itself a bit earlier. However on both occasions people had gotten fat on me, perhaps the summer's equation of more exposure of heavenly bodies of skimpy bikinis as opposed to the bulky winter clothes of winter has left more critical of seeing fat people.
The revelation of a fat person among the skinny is hard hitting sometimes especially to person as shallow as me. I didn't expect this to happen to me, but I suppose primordial expectations has outweighed my common sense and good will. The reality of the situation is that I need someone new to spend my time with, a replacement to a few of my friends but just as close. The problem is I would end up as clingly as my friend to this new friend and perhaps leave me al alone in the end.
