I just finished kneeding the dough for the pretzels I've been trying to make for what seems like forever now.
It needs to rise for an hour before I start on the next step of rolling and shaping and and and...
And I sit here with a head full of thoughts...
~about how I don't appreciate the friends that are always there for me...
~and question why other friends stick around as they don't seem all that supportive like a true friend should be...or that they even really care...
~about why people give input on things when I believe they truly are just doing it to stir things up...
~about why people hold grudges...
~about forgiveness and why it's such a hard thing to give...
~about why saving face is more important than being a genuine, caring human being...
~about how instant bread yeast is different from regular bread yeast...
~about ...do I really need to go on?
My head is full. And I have a little less than an hour to ponder it all until I'm off to let my mind be distracted with the making of pretzels.
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Alas, that's the true nature of friendships, which is why some people come and go and others are still around as the years go by. The perfect example of this is the group of friends my husband has, who he has known since high school. They are so unbelievably loyal to one another, and I feel fortunate that I'm part of their circle, though by marriage.
I hold grudges forever, but it's mostly against people who annoy me and/or screw me over again and again. Like would I ever buy a bridge from my sister-in-law? Um, newp.
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