Bob and Rhonda on Life

a little conversation for your a*s. -enjoy-

Bob: I should have left school last year when I had the chance.
Rhonda: why?
Bob: just the mistake of being myself in front of others alienates people.
Bob: that sounds so cliché
Rhonda: that's what life is, my friend. A huge, unrealized cliché.
Bob: elegantly put.
Rhonda: thank-you.
Bob: funny, I used to believe Justin was someone I could talk to.
Rhonda: and now?
Bob: he asks what's wrong so I begin to explain as he falls asleep, literally.
Bob: it's happened so much, so f**k it
Rhonda: that's him. You learn to take the good with the bad. Because when he's good he's great.
Rhonda: though I don't want to make excuses for him. Because there aren't any.
Bob: I have been friends with him for a while, but that's only when he doesn't have any other friends around, otherwise he doesn't know me.
Rhonda: that tends to be how he is.
Bob: why must I always be like second or third string in a line of friends?
Rhonda: because you settle for that.
Bob: there's no way to change the way people feel about me, so what's the use?
Rhonda: you can refuse to be second string.
Rhonda: don't be afraid to be alone.
Bob: everyone goes out and builds up so called camaraderie
Bob: through different things
Bob: I can't help that I don't like to leave my house
Rhonda: you lean towards being a loner. Or a homebody. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Rhonda: but if you feel you need/want more then put yourself out there.
Rhonda: do things you wouldn't normally do. Or wouldn't want to do. You could be surprised.
Rhonda: or you could learn just how much you love being at home.
Rhonda: either way you'll learn something.
Bob: I'm just not accepted as an individual, I'll just have to accept it.
Rhonda: accepting things is how you grow.
Rhonda: at least that's what I’m told.
Bob: the problem is, this isn't even my problem, thus the beginning unfurls...
Bob: and when all I have is the f*****g internet to discuss with people my feelings on certain things, I tend to want more I guess.
Rhonda: then get more.
Bob: If only I knew how.
Rhonda: that, darling, is what we're all trying to figure out.
Bob: its tough riding a bike in the dark with no handlebars...so why don't I just quit riding and go to sleep?