One Who Estivates

Hello all (quite literally, since I don't have anyone specific actually reading this and I suppose am therefore just addressing everyone, or simply my own arse). Anyway, I'm currently feeling an odd twitchiness that comes from feeling angry at a close friend of mine. I can't decide if this anger is fair or not, since it comes from a general weakness I have towards friend-ownershipitus - this is a disease that means you have a strongly negative reaction to your friends becoming friends with each other. I feel like my quite networky friend is stalking a couple who are friends of mine in an attempt to pull them into a smug-foursome. This, I believe, is my own paranoia. However, she has justified her texting her and inviting them to the cinema by saying that her boyfriend likes them, which has had the unfortunate effect of me feeling quite sad that her boyfriend apparently feels no similar desire to see me and my boyfriend, but instead would like to skip over us to the friends he met through me, like some sort of evil social rabbit. *ahem.

Really sorry.

Feel a bit better though - ranting does help, even when I know that I'm going to look back on this and probably delete it because this kind of childish 'that's MY toy' doesn't really have a place in the adult world (or at least it's the fashion to disguise it more successfully). Still, feel quite outraged - I don't like feeling that two sets of people I have introduced find each other more interesting than me, and tbh am not sure most people would like it. What do people do? I'm aware I can't just stick myself in the middle and do a Gandalf ('you SHALL NOT pass!'), at least not without a magic stick, but just can't get over the feeling of 'go away!! get your own friends and do your whole networky icky thing with them - these people matter!' *sigh. What I probably need to do is grow up. It's not like they didn't invite me, I just wasn't the reason that the plan was made - they went over my head. Think what I might have to do is actually chat to some nice neutral third party and figure out where on the crazy scale I have ended up...

Oh dear. I am going to roast a pork leg for Fish and I this evening and am being slow about putting it on, owing to the above poisonous rant of idiocy. He has therefore come in with a small song to hurry me up and is currently hanging onto my ankles while peering sadly over the screen of this laptop. It's pretty cute, tbh - had better go and I'll blog more cheerful things (poker, yummy sausage and stuffing, Robin Ince (though he's always grumpy), iberico ham and Comptoir Gascon) upon my return.