The Most Selfish Thing I've Ever Done

Well... Once again I have been neglectful.

Somehow, my life keeps getting in the way of my writing. I mean, I should be out living... or else I wont have anything to write about.

I had a melt down yesterday.
A total full on shit-losing affair about my trip.

I backed out.
I changed my trip... 2 days before hand.

I had been planning to MKSA. In Boston.
MKSA got himself into trouble... I won't detail it (it is none of your business) but suffice to say, homeboy is without a car and a place to live.
NOT COOL.
You cannot make such errors in judgment when you have someone coming halfway across the country to see your ass and see you for 10days. You. Just. Can't.
So. I thought I could be cool with it, be all hippie and bohemian about not having a place to stay at nailed down.
I couldn't.
I thought I could deal with the fact that he hadn't really talked to me for like 2 weeks (only once to say he was in trouble and another to say I should calm the fuck down).
NOPE.
All of this, plays into yesterdays meltdown.

It hit me yesterday that he hasn't grown up or changed (much).
I just... I couldn't deal.
I mean, I knew I had built him up in my mind. I knew I had built the trip up in my mind.
I was also pretty convinced nothing would live up to the image I had developed in my head.

So... I changed my flight today.
I am going elsewhere to see my BFFFE.

Maybe this makes me a bitch.
Maybe this is the most "selfish" thing I have ever done.
But you know what....
This is my time. My money. My vacation.
I want to be HAPPY. I want to spend it with people who I know LOVE me, regardless of anything. I want to have fun. I want to... I want it to be a vacation.
I work way too much and way too hard to be worried on my vacation about where I am staying.

I reserve the right to do what I want to do.
If you make stupid decisions, and expect to be rewarded with my presence... you are seriously delusional.
Plus, no "guest" wants to have to drop 600+ dollars on places to stay when that was not part of the plan... at all when the plan was made.

So, I got a new plan.
A better plan.
A GUARANTEED good time  :)

I realize the illusions of romance I had were.... just that. Illusions.
I wanted to see something in someone soooo bad.
I was in a lonely place, still wounded from a shitty breakup. I wanted something comfortable and familiar. I wanted something that couldn't hurt me.
It is really hard to hurt someone from 1000's of miles away.
I bought into it.
I turned a blind eye.
And I got disappointed.

Correction... I was almost disappointed.
I acted, and got the fuck out.