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I’ve had a couple of fights with friends recently and plenty of time to think about it since, as I’ve been away in Toulouse and traveling around quite a lot.

All in all, there are two types of fight.

The ones from which your friendship can recover, where daily pettiness battles with little white lies.

The ones from which your friendship can’t recover, which are the ones where one, or even both, try to gloss over something big.

I’ve had one of each type in the past week and some random thoughts appeared, more insight on my fucked up mind.

I am a difficult person. I don’t mind people who are difficult. I don’t even mind people who don’t contact me that often. I don’t mind people who can’t respect me for what I am. I do mind people who do not respect what I do.

Over the past three years, I’ve worked long and hard to establish myself as a serious blogger and a writer. I am just on the brink of that, for the first time. To see this compromised by the careless (in)action of one person who had promised to do something was beyond my acceptance capabilities. I may not be the best engineer in the world, or that much of a hard worker, but I have some goals, some things that I am passionate about and I won’t stand for them to be spat on.

If you can’t respect my work, get out of my life.

As for me being too violent when I deal with things like this? I never sugarcoated anything, why should I start now?