Phonies

Last night I pretended that she didn’t exist, looking right through her and into the crowd. I saw the bar stool behind her and the friend standing next to her… but I chose not to see this person. Normally I’m better than this. I do not do this kind of thing. I rather be kind and casual, cool and collected. And say hello to a person who once was a friend. “Friend.”
Instead I pretend like you don’t exist, because if I didn’t I’d be faking a person that isn’t me. I did not want to say hello. So I did not. And clearly you got the hint when I deleted you from Facebook. How trivial we’ve become when the status of Facebook friendships effect a person’s outlook. Alas, I rather be real and have fun, then be, as Salinger so faultlessly put it, a phony.

We’ll miss you JD.
xoLola

ps. I must admit, once you have money, you like to spend it on nice things. I'm not yet a "brand whore" but one in training. And I've got the best showing me the way. This does not make me phony... it simply makes me human. And therefore "real." Syntax, syntax, syntax.