On losing your keys (May 8th 2014)

I woke up on the wrong side of myself today. As I lay in bed waiting for the internet technicians to arrive, several thoughts occurred to me. Why is it that when we meet someone new and want to be their friend we have to become their friends’ friend as well, otherwise we can’t be friends? And why is it that when we share something with someone they don’t share their feelings about it, even if they’re negative? Nothing. Zilch. I’m sharing something I like with someone I like and consider a friend, but I feel like I’m pinning it to a corkboard. Why is there a rivalry between flat-head screwdrivers and phillips screwdrivers? I mean, can’t they just unify screwdrivers? Why is it that I care so much?