OB/GYN

The girl to the left of us looks far too young to be in this place. She really couldn't be more than 17 years old. She is extraordinarily thin, and tall as well. Her hair is light brown and has natural blond highlights to it, and had it been arranged differently it would have been the envy of every woman in that office. But as it is it hung in straight, slightly greasy curtains over her shoulders.

She looks devastatingly embarrassed to be here. This is a obstetrical office only, no routine gynecological checkups. So this poor young girl has to be pregnant. She wears a blue shirt over her girlish chest it reads: National Junior Honor Society. Jr High? or perhaps it's an old shirt. Either way tragically young.

But her mother sits with her. They look alike, except her mother has darker hair that hangs in slightly more stylish curtains over her shoulders. The embarrassment and public shame that is cast over the young girl's face isn't apparent on the new soon-to-be Grandmother's.

They call her back into the office. The embarrassment from this girl is contagious and spreads throughout the waiting room patrons, all of whom attempt not to be looking at her when she gets up.

Bad Friend Confessions. . . .

I have a friend who has been there since kindergarten. And I am a tremendous bastard when it comes to this poor friend of mine.

I'd like to think of myself as someone other than a tremendous bastard in the other relationships and duties of my life. But it seems that I'm locked in the cell of never ending bastardry with this friend. We'll call him Parker. (actually that's his real name but we'll still call him that).

You see we couldn't be more different, Parker and I. He came from a single parent home where his mom would work 3 jobs to support him, and I had a comfy cushy childhood. We did live two houses from each other and that was the basis of our early childhood relationship.

I'm now 23 and so is Parker. We've kept up our relationship through all these years, but as I've mentioned above, I am a total ass. Let me list for you only a few of my deeds of deplorable behaviour.

1. Even though Parker has named me the Godfather of his children I haven't seen them in over a year.
2. When I switched cell phone service I purposely didn't give Parker my number so he'd stop calling me.
3. During this time I got engaged and married and didn't send Parker and invitation. Even though I was the best man at his wedding.
4. I constantly reject his phone calls.
5. It seems that whenever I do call him I need his help lifting something or fixing my car.
6. I just don't enjoy his company.

Now you may say, why on earth is this man still friends with you? I don't honestly know. Parker is very demanding and clingy. Almost to the point of suffocation. This perhaps explains my behaviour. He has no sense of when to leave. Last time when I invited him over to my house for lunch, he stayed for 12 freaking hours!!! He calls at 5:30 in the morning on Saturday. When I took his family out to dinner once, the waiter asked Parker to leave, his children were destroying the restaurant. So there are reasons. But nevertheless, this catharsis helps my scathing conscious.