Bob the Ventriloquist hangs out with a bunch of dummies

When you're in a relationship with someone long-term, it's inevitable that his friends will become yours and vice versa. Maybe his best friend and his girlfriend join the two of you for dinner often, or you're considered "part of the group" during a Superbowl get together at his apartment with all his friends. As the months go on, and months turn to years, you've basically drummed up your own special relationships with each of his friends -- and maybe even their girlfriends. But what happens when the relationship doesn't work out? Clearly, his friends will side with him. If the breakup was amicable, ultimately, they'll end up on his side anyway - seeing as how you don't really fit in the picture anymore. This to me, is a shame. My ex's best friends from college got engaged during our relationship. I had grown to really love the girl - and them together as a couple. I was eager for their wedding. After my ex-and I broke up(amicably), the frequency of my interactions with the couple dwindled. I have been thinking about them a lot recently because I think their wedding is coming up.
Anyway, the point of all this is to bring it back to a metaphor. At least, I think it's a metaphor. Follow me here: the above paragraph displays a braid. When you have all three pieces(you, your boyfriend, his friends) linking together, a perfect braid is created. But once one of those pieces isn't used, the braid of intertwined friendships no longer exist. Eat that, Plato.

I think you can tell a lot about people when you're standing in front (and behind) them at a supermarket checkout. I thought about this whilst I became extremely conscious of what MY items were saying about me, as I was taking tampons and a single tomato (amongst other things) out of my cart. The girl in front of me, sporting really weird pig-tails, had an interesting array of product. For one, she had about four Lean Cuisines and a plethora of other healthy items. What really struck my fancy was a package of good ol' red meat. That was one of the last things to get scanned and I was actually surprised when I saw it, as my initial thoughts of her being extremely healthy were ruined. See? I really need to stop judging people. Sometimes, I'm wrong. But like, not usually.

Here's something that has been pissing me off for quite some time now. As you got older, you started to receive more and more junk mail. Some of it, is unavoidable - I mean, circulars for Bloomingdale's and SAKS catalogs are bound to come your way if you have a credit card at their store. But these store-credit cards don't push for a green-friendly image. But you know who does? Visa, MasterCard and American Express. Let's not forget about every single bank, too. They are constantly harping on "paperless" and "save a stamp" and "pay online!" Well, if you want me to go paperless and pay online, then STOP SENDING ME bullshit in the mail that wastes SO MUCH PAPER because everyone in America is just tossing it without reading it. That's right, don't deny it. You people get some junk mail from a credit card company or your bank and before even opening it, you rip it in half and throw it in the trash. And, the regular trash too, you don't put it in recycling for paper, do you?

Dear Credit Card companies and such,
Please stop sending me bullshit mail and being hypocrital. Here's an idea, go paperless and email the information. It's easier to get rid of with a simple delete button, and it's Earth-friendly.
xoxo,
Z.