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Six degrees of separation
Jan. 14th, 2019 02:35 pmI wonder if there’s a point at which life starts getting less complicated rather than more?
We went to look at a place yesterday. A very weird situation: we looked at the suite, and then after chatting with the folks who lived in the upstairs section of the house, found out that they knew someone we moved out to this city with, through a friend of theirs. This mutual acquaintance was, in fact, someone we lived with for a while, and with her husband.
Not, in this case, a cause for celebration: we really hit it off with the other folks in the house, but our mutual acquaintance is someone my partner and I have fallen out with for reasons personal enough that we couldn’t just blast em out right there. Since we hit it off with these random strangers so well that we’d been talking about hanging out even if we didn’t end up housemates, it was kind of a pisser to be blindsided by this mutual acquaintence.
It was a bit like being offered a donut, and then told, oh wait, but you have to eat it in this room where someone’s ripping these gigantic nasty farts. And this person just keeps showing up in our social circles, turning up like a bad penny. And what precipitated the falling-out is something she and her husband rug-swept like immediately when it happened, so it’s not like we’re ever going to get closure on it, to the point where I’m not even sure she knows we’ve fallen out. We just don’t really want anything to do with this person, because she reopens some old wounds.
It may be a moot point, in any case. We had to turn down the suite for practical reasons rather than social, but god knows that might have soured these possible new friends to us anyways. I guess I’ll see, and then have some unpleasant decisions to consider.
We went to look at a place yesterday. A very weird situation: we looked at the suite, and then after chatting with the folks who lived in the upstairs section of the house, found out that they knew someone we moved out to this city with, through a friend of theirs. This mutual acquaintance was, in fact, someone we lived with for a while, and with her husband.
Not, in this case, a cause for celebration: we really hit it off with the other folks in the house, but our mutual acquaintance is someone my partner and I have fallen out with for reasons personal enough that we couldn’t just blast em out right there. Since we hit it off with these random strangers so well that we’d been talking about hanging out even if we didn’t end up housemates, it was kind of a pisser to be blindsided by this mutual acquaintence.
It was a bit like being offered a donut, and then told, oh wait, but you have to eat it in this room where someone’s ripping these gigantic nasty farts. And this person just keeps showing up in our social circles, turning up like a bad penny. And what precipitated the falling-out is something she and her husband rug-swept like immediately when it happened, so it’s not like we’re ever going to get closure on it, to the point where I’m not even sure she knows we’ve fallen out. We just don’t really want anything to do with this person, because she reopens some old wounds.
It may be a moot point, in any case. We had to turn down the suite for practical reasons rather than social, but god knows that might have soured these possible new friends to us anyways. I guess I’ll see, and then have some unpleasant decisions to consider.
