Have you seen my Twinkie?

I originally started this entry on a really somber note because I’ve been struggling with how to end a friendship that seems to have run its course. After a few re-reads, it really started to sound like bad college poetry or some 80’s pop ballad…a few more metaphors and references to the changing of the seasons and it could've been the script to one of "those" commercials that always seems to come on TV when my parents visit (awkward). Seriously, I've struggled with this one because it can’t be tied off in a nice, neat bow and discarded. No, this will be not be a simple raising of the glass and toasting to old times never to be repeated but a conscious delivery of a death blow and all it’s aftermath…and my old (ex) friend will not take it well.

One of the true gifts that come with getting older is the ability to simply say “Enough” and be done with it. No need to ponder where things go when they die and why it happened…just an acceptance that everything has a shelf life whether you like it or not. You might say, “My God, that’s so cynical” and you’re probably right but who still has every friend they ever made? My only issue is dealing with the drama and figuring out how to spare my (ex) friend’s feelings as best I can…I'm a lot of things (cynical, jaded, whatever) but I do not hurt people if it can be avoided.

This friend didn’t do any one thing that tipped the scale as it was more a growing apart over the last year. We have very different lives, interests and outlooks on life (I’m the optimist in the friendship…I’m offended that you actually laughed out loud!) so The expiration date was clearly printed on the label.

I’ve not ventured into my personal life on the blog yet but the shelf life concept seems to apply to the women I date as well. My luck as of late has been B-A-D and they’ve had the shelf life of fresh bread. It wasn’t always this way as I’ve dated a couple with Pop-Tart shelf life. I’d like to meet the right girl and find a relationship with Twinkie shelf life…My God, that’s d*mn near forever! Of course, Twinkies are bad for you but they definitely satisfy so maybe it’s true that you have to take the good with the bad. I was complaining about metaphors earlier and here I’ve taken this entry all the way into junk food symbolizing the perfect relationship.

Sometimes you just have to accept certain things for face value no matter how much you’d like a different outcome. One of the cruelest ironies of life is balance…for all the beauty and goodness you experience, it will be balanced by an equal amount of pain and sorrow. That doesn’t mean you stop searching for your Twinkie…it means you enjoy the fresh bread (for what it is) while you search.