Crikey, what wake up call!

I was in that in-between world of sleep and wakefulness when I heard my cell phone signalling a text message. I let the tone finish before reading the text. I was surprised but not concerned when I read the message from a friend: what does 'bimbo' mean?

I had no real reason to be concerned; it could just be idle interest, something that was heard over the television or something. I said it mean brainless and asked why. Then came the real wake up call: Don't be mad but my boyfriend called me that.

*silence*

Yeah, like that.

Jesus! Wha...?! Argh! What the fuck?!

So what followed was a semi-frantic text messaging marathon, and a long distance phone call or two.

I mean, really... what kind of guy tells the girl he professes to love THAT WORD?!

I couldn't really let go when I was texting her -- my friend's mental and emotional health comes first before any thoughts of strangling that idiot-boy -- so I was calm and all (at least I hope I was!) when talking with her.

I may have put Horatio in second place for the hour that was given me to spend with him but it was okay.

I hope that my friend makes the right decision for her. I hope she makes whatever decision she makes that she knows will make her happy and content. It really won't do to do stuff, ie make decisions about your life, just to appease other people's perceptions of who and what you should be.

Other people's assumptions about you really shouldn't matter as long as you know who and what kind of person you are. I think it all boils down to having enough confidence in yourself to be free of societal concerns about you.