Dieting and Everyone's a Critic

So, I was checking my e-mail just now and I usually skim the headlines on Yahoo! Mail for the Entertainment section. It's fun and I get bored so if people I like are in the news I'll read it. Anyway, today there was the headline "Butler's Detoxing".

Since I've been in a Gerard Butler mood lately ("The Ugly Truth", "P.S. I love you", etc.), I checked it out. I mean, it's like 8 and I'm bored cause we're not watching a movie and I'm not interested in whatever he's watching on the TV...And naturally, "detoxing" + celebrities = drugs, so I was getting prepared to be disappointed in Butler because I got the impression he was one of the good guys without the twisted private life.

To get to the point of my post...

Butler was detoxing his body to lose weight and get into shape. He was talking about this lemon water and cayenne pepper diet which seemed kinda weird. But apparently it works for him, so I checked it out online.

And yes, I'm aware that these diets that you find online are the Devil in person, but hey, a girl's a little desperate.

Basically, it's just fresh squeezed lemon, water, some maple syrup and cayenne pepper to taste. Seems harmless enough. I mean, this thing lasts around 10 days and you're only allowed to have the lemon water. No food. Just water and lemon and pepper. Not even veggies and whatever.

It seems extreme and I don't know why anyone would do it to themselves...or I didn't until I looked down at my protruding gut and decided I needed to do something about it.

I figure that instead of only drinking this weird mixture, I could eat only the dinner Mom makes at night (you know, so she doesn't get suspicious) and then drink the water the rest of the day. It's not like I do much else anyway. Actually, I skip breakfast, go to school, starve until I get home and then stuff my face with whatever I can find that looks good. Usually it's soup, cause we rarely have anything good at home.

Maybe if I had this weird water stuff I could lose some weight and not be hungry at all. Cause I think we all know that if we drink too much water at some point we're not gonna wanna eat anything anymore. Plus if you drink enough water, your body doesn't need to store it and the stored water that provides you with that bit of weight you just can't seem to lose will be flushed right out.

I think it's a good idea...you?

In other news, I saw Julie & Julia today. It was a really good movie and I recommend it to anyone who needs a good success story. It's based on true events, so you know that it's not just Hollywood bull shit, which makes it all the better. Plus the fact that Julia Child is just the funniest woman alive helps, too. And it's a real movie, not one of those polished, primmed and proper Hollywood lies you see all day every day in the theaters (i.e. Twilight, Harry Potter, spoof movies, remakes, etc.).

It's not like I have anything against those movies...I like them, I really do. But they're just so FAKE. The acting is substandard and I KNOW the actors and actresses can do better than what the give you on screen, because, well, they made it into the film, didn't they?

Example:

Harry Potter 1-3: Absolutely amazing movies. Acting was great, the characters were completely believable, the dialogue was superb and real (as real as a movie about wizards can get, at least).

Harry Potter 4-6: Annoying. It's almost like the actors got a little famous and decided they'd get paid big bucks anyway and they can't do whatever they want and can just stop trying. Emma and Dan, above all, fit that description. Dan's speech was shifty and suspicious and Emma was just totally off balance. I was a little happier with the 6th film than I was with the 4th and 5th films, because the acting seemed to be a little more like the first three, but it was still a sub par performance and not up to my expectations.

Don't even get me started on sticking the book and authenticity...

Anyway, to make a long post shorter: Movies back in the old days were way better and I miss them.

--Cassy

Nomen est omen

Don't ask why I named this blog that...I couldn't come up with a catchy word for "update".

Anyway, since this IS an update, I guess I should get to it.

Biggest news: Birthday is coming up. I'm turning 18 and I already know what I'm getting for a present. I've been hinting at it for a few months with my mom, and we finally agreed to it yesterday night. I'm getting a tatoo. I'm not sure where yet, but I know what I'm getting. If anyone reading this actually knows my, you probably have me on Facebook and you'd know that my profile picture was a picture of the tatoo I designed for a pretty long time.

If you do not know and I really hope you won't stalk me on Facebook now (I don't know if I put my real name on my profile or whatever or not), it's a spade. Hollowed out and kinda funky looking. Originally there was going to be a D in the middle, but I think the unpersonified version is much better for me.

Anywhoooooo...

Other news is that Kaytee might be joining me in Austria for a week or two sometime. Yay! ^^

--Cassy

[Live long and prosper]

Closing in on me

You know, I try to suppress my feelings. I see people expressing them every day and all I can see is how they just make trouble. I don't like trouble. So I keep my feelings to myself. It's sort of my defense mechanism. If I tell myself I don't care enough, I start to really not care.

But lately things have been piling up. I'll be watching a show and see something like poptarts and realize that I miss them, because there's no such thing as poptarts in Austria. Or Oreos. They do have Oreos in Austria, but not how I remember them. They have the snack packs, but I want the big boxes with the rolls of Oreos in them, just because that's how I used to eat them.

I miss milk. It seems weird. There's milk everywhere, right? But it doesn't taste the same. I just like it more in America. In America, I could drink glass after glass of milk, but here, I can't even take one sip without cringing. They have light and they have normal milk, and there are no gallons, just boxes.

I miss the way everything looked back home. The trees were different, it smelled different, the streets, the houses, the people...it was all different. All normal, and this, here...it's alien and I don't like it.

Sure, Austria is beautiful. Anyone who visits will tell you that. But they don't have to live here every day. They're just on vacation. They only see the beautiful parts because it's all they want to see. They tell me I'm so lucky to live in this country, that I take it for granted. But don't they realize that while they're here for a week, they start to want to go home? Don't they connect the dots when I tell them I miss living in America? Don't they think about it at all? Maybe I miss America. Maybe I want to go home. Do they think about it?

Do they even consider that maybe I don't want to be bilingual. Maybe I don't want to be ahead of all the others. Maybe I don't want to learn French and Italian and Spanish and German and Latin and all these languages. Maybe I just want to stay ignorant and speak English and live in America and have a life just like everyone else.

Maybe I don't want to be different. Maybe I don't want to stand out. Maybe I want to have a boring life in a boring town with boring people.

But no one asks me what I want. My wants and needs are unimportant.

True. I can live without material things like poptarts, oreos and milk. But to separate me from my family is cruel. To cut off my ability to see the people I love regularly is abuse. To know that when they get together, I can't go is murder. I want to see my family.

I want them. I need them. I can't live without them. It's hard. And I try not to show it. I try not to get in trouble.

But it doesn't work. It just doesn't. You can't just tell me to stop missing them, because I won't. You can't flip a switch and turn the hurt off, because it won't stop. You can't think I'm going to be ok if you take away the one thing worth living for, because I'm not.

I want to go home. I want to see my family. I want to be close to them. I want to stop hurting. I want to see my family grow bigger. I want to be there for them. I want to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. I want to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries. I want to be a part of their lives and I want to do it in person and not just over the computer or phone.

I want to be there, not here.

I don't want pity comments. I don't want advice. I don't want to heard a goddamn thing about how I shouldn't dwell on this. Because you just don't know how it feels. You can try, but you still won't know. You can think you do, but you don't. I don't want anyone to tell me to calm down. I don't want to hear that I'm exaggerating. I don't want to hear that you miss me. You don't know the meaning of it. You're not cut off from everyone single person you love and forced to start anew. You just don't know.

Today's Topic...

Misguided Perverts.

We all know them, we all pretty much find them annoying. Why do they do what they do and WHY, oh dear God, do they do things the wrong way?

Today's topic was inspired by my good friend, Kaytee (Kaytee In Her Own Mind). She got a message today saying, "you're xD bangable". Now, can anyone tell what is WRONG with this message?

No one? Ok, I'll tell you.

Aside from the obvious (perverted pickup line, dur), this person put the "xD" in FRONT of bangable. W...T....F...?! Who does that? That's like looking a person up and down in front of their parents. WRONG. Just WRONG. I mean, EVERYONE knows it's either "you're bangable xD", which means it's probably a joke, or "xD you're bangable", which means they actually think so. What the hell does "you're xD bangable" mean?! Is it like a cross between a joke and actually meaning it? Is there such a thing? Is it kinda like "I think you're bangable, but I'm just joking about doing it with you"? Isn't that morally inappropriate?

I mean, if you look at the translation of xD, you get a lot out of it. For example, putting x) after something means it makes you smile. If you put xD after something, it means it makes you laugh. If you put xD BEFORE something, it means whatever you're gonna say makes you happy. If you put x) before something, it probably means the person isn't really going to like what you're gonna say.

Ok, so now back to the pervertedness.

Why do people do that? Do they think it's endearing? Do they think girls actually like being told that random guys would like to fuck them anywhere, anytime? Do they seriously think they'll get some action if they start a conversation like that? The whole pick-up line thing can be cute, I admit. If you're original, you'll probably be getting a number at the end of the conversation. But if you use the same ones over and over again, (i.e. Did it hurt when you fell?, What's your sign?, I lost my number, can I have yours?, etc.) chances are, you're not gonna make it through the first sentence. If you use something original and FITTING to the girl you're trying to ask out, you're going to get a lot further.

Don't guys know it's totally offensive when you open with something like "you're bangable"? It's like saying, "I'd bang your mother right in front of you, cause she's smokin'," to your wife on your wedding night. You know it's wrong, you know you shouldn't, but you do and guess what? You're not getting any.

So my advice to any guy who wants to start a conversation like that with any girl, even the sluttiest girl:

Don't do it.

Find some other way to be creepy.

--Cassy

To Mr. Ian Chamberlain:

Oh, this is gonna be good. Caution: This post contains strong language and lots of direct Ian-bashing.

You've been warned.

First of all, who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think you can tell Kaytee that her words hurt you so she has to take down the blogs she posted? Are you fucking kidding me, man? What gives you the right to tell her what she can and can't write about, huh? What gives you the right to tell her she hurt you?! For some reason, she gives a flying fuck about your sorry excuse for a life. But hey, guess what.

I don't.

So here's a little shoutout to you, dickhead: GET A FUCKING LIFE. If you didn't want to hear about what a douche you've been to Kaytee, you shouldn't have read her blog, you fucking imbecile. Frankly, I think Kaytee should've written a really nasty blog about you just to spit in your face, but instead she played nice and deleted all of the blogs for you.

I'm not giving you the courtesy.

It's not your place to tell anyone that they should delete their personal thoughts from their personal blog. Even if that blog is about you, the MOST you can ask is that they change your name. I don't care if you fucking begged her to take them off, you don't deserve it. You've been a shithead for as long as I've known you (and yes darling, you do know and hate me) and I can honestly tell you, for as much shit as you put her through, I think your punishment should be having to read those blogs over and over again for the rest of your life.

You do NOT trash my friends, you do NOT break a girl's heart, you do NOT lie to people, you do NOT refrain from communication, you do NOT inform a girl that you broke up with her months ago, you do NOT ask for help and then throw shit in her face after she's given you everything.

Plain and simple, Ian, you're a fucking moron who doesn't deserve any girl's time or interest. You're an idiot, an asshole, a dickhead, a liar, and worst of all:

You know it and don't do a fucking thing about it.

So I want you to read this. I want you to get mad. I want you to comment on this and yell at me just so I can give you another little piece of my mind. And if you stay silent, then I'll take that as defeat and your sorry ass can kiss mine.

With love,

--Cassy

Birthday Wishes

I'd like to take this completely random post to wish my cousin Ben the happiest of 7th birthdays. <3 you, Ben, you rugged and manly 7-year-old. x)

The Infamous Hair

Well, I'm doing it again. I think I'm a serial hair-colorer. I just bought a package of platinum blonde hair dye yesterday and I plan on changing my feathers once again this weekend. Wish me luck. x/

In other news, my year-long nagging has finally paid off: I am now the proud owner of TWO (count em, TWOOOO) baby kittens, Kovu (right) and Luna (left). I dunno how it happened, but one day my stepdad and I were out buying things and on the way back, I made a comment about getting a cat and he said yes, so I told my mom and she told me to do research. It didn't work for a while, but then we finally found a lady with some cats she was giving away and it worked!

So now we have two 9-week-old kittens running around the house. Just yesterday I bought some collars for them (as you can see, they're pretty much identical...) and they were a little big for them, so they got the idea that if they put one leg through the collar as well as their necks, they would look super-cool and that was really how a collar worked. Well...they've been running around the house with a pink and a black collar around their legs and necks and they look like mini kitten soldiers. o.O

Very stylish mini kitten soldiers, at that. ^^

These collars also happen to have tiny little bells on them that jingle when they jump, so Luna, in her infinite wisdom, keeps jumping all around the house whenever she goes anywhere, just so she can hear the bell jingle.

Other than having the obsession with the bell, Luna eats like no one's business. She will literally push Kovu away from the bowl to eat. And Kovu lets his sister do it, too. He's not very leader-like. He'll walk the walk, and play the game, but when it comes to leading, he's always behind. He's definitely the calmer of the two (although right now Luna's sleeping on my shelf and he's on my lap, very much awake), but the little boy does love to play. He also loves to hide.

Kovu is the leader when it comes to finding hiding places. He found out you can hide behind the bookshelf in the livingroom, on top of the DVD player on the TV table, behind the wrap-around couch, between the legs of the table, behind the flowers in the kitchen, behind the garbage cans, behind my CPU, in the laundry basket, under the bed, in the closet, under the bench on the balcony, on my shelf, on the windowsill, on top of the box under the table in the foyer...He's a master, alright.

Luna holds the record for playtime, though. She's always watching, staring, playing, grabbing. I was filing my nails yesterday and the whole time, I swear, she was following the file back and forth with not only her eyes, but her entire head. "Oh, look, it's going that way! And back in the other direction! This is so amazing!" She's also always the first to come over when I'm eating. Doesn't matter what I'm eating. Pizza, hotdogs, chicken, rice - no problem with any of it. If it looks like food and it smells like food, it's food and she's gotta eat it.

I realize I never posted the end of school. It was like two weeks ago. Report card wasn't too bad:

Math - D
German - C
English - A
Latin - B
French - B
Geography - C
History - B
Physics - A
Music - A
Art - A
Communication - A
Gym - A
Computer Science - A
Biology - C

Biology was the only real surprise. In that class, participation and points count. In the first semester, I had a D, I'd given in a few projects and I got some pretty bad test scores. In the second semester, I didn't give anything up, I got a D on the first test and a B on the second and he gave me a C. He has this system where he asks what grade we think we should get, so I told him the truth. I deserved a D at most but probably an F. He looked at me, sighed, and said, "Why do people always underestimate themselves?" and handed me the C for nothing. I was so amazed, it was freaky.

Ok, so this post is long enough already. Be good and you might get some pics of the new hair!

Liebe, amore, agape, الحب, Любов, 爱, l'amour...

Love.

love
[luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

That's how the dictionary defines love. But is love always tender? Can't it also be vigorous, hurtful, agonizing or maybe even a little wild? Is there any true definition of love? Does everyone feel the same kind of love?

In movies, love is always the same: That can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of thing. Boys meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl falls in love with boy, a little trouble, a little passion, some doubt - but in the end, they're always together. And at the end of the movie, you're always left sighing and wondering, "Will I ever find that perfect love?"

The answer to that question is quite simple: No.

Movies represent what COULD happen, but never what really happens. Sure, you COULD bump into a stranger in the supermarket, drop some groceries, get to chatting, fall madly and deeply in love and live happily ever after...but chances are, it won't happen like that. Instead, you might bump into a friendly stranger in the supermarket, drop something, laugh about it for a moment and then go your separate ways.

Maybe you'll meet the person again in the supermarket, only this time, you don't bump into each other and drop something, you joke about it. And then that joke might escalate into doing your shopping together. And then afterwards, you'll both go to your cars and drive home, thinking about the previous half hour and smiling. And maybe it'll happen again. And again. And again, until finally, one of you decides that they'll get the courage to ask the other out. And then the shopping dates turn into dinner dates. And the dinner dates turn into a relationship. And the relationship turns into love. And that love might turn into marriage and children and whatnot.

But I wouldn't recommend flirting with the first person you bump into in a supermarket. Chances are, they'll think you're just a little desperate.

Love doesn't happen in a millisecond. Love at first sight is a wash. Love takes time, feeling and hope. Lots and lots of hope that one day you really will find that special person and fall in love. There are no particular rules when it comes to love. Love can happen anywhere, any time, any place. It doesn't always make itself known right away. Sometimes it even shows up after it's too late to do anything about it. Love can be wicked and cruel. Love can torture your heart and break your soul in half. You can love from afar, you can love the person sitting right next to you in class. You can love your best friend and you can love your worst enemy.

There are no limits. Love can make you promise to give someone the moon. Love can make you do stupid things. Love can make you want to kill yourself. Love can be the most important thing in your life. Love is the most powerful emotion a person can feel. Some people even say it's like a drug. Or, as Bette Midler would say,
"Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed."

Love is a different feeling for everyone. Like in the Harry Potter books, the strongest love potion, Amortentia, gives off a different scent to every person who smells it, according to what attracts them. Rowling also makes it clear that that potion is very dangerous, another adjective you could use to describe love.

If you asked two completely different people what love feels like, you'll get two completely different answers. Like snowflakes, no two loves are the same.

So can we define love? As a "profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person"? Or can we only say that love is a powerful kind of magic that rests deep in our hearts and blooms when we've found the right person?

Well, that's the beauty of magic: It's a very old secret.

We can save the world if we do it together-

When you’re a child, you watch the Disney movies and think, "I wish I could live like that." You wish you could be a prince or princess, live in a castle, find your one true love, beat the bad guys and have a happily ever after. But have you ever wondered where these stories come from? Or why we don’t see the true meanings and horrors of those stories when we’re children? For instance, the story "Cinderella" comes from the Austrian version, "Aschenputtel".

A story of a girl whose father died when she was very young, leaving her in the care of her evil stepmother, who puts her to work in the house to pay for shelter, food and clothing. She has to wait on the evil stepsisters, does any of this sound familiar yet? Well, it should if you’ve been a diligent reader/ watcher. But what differs from the much-loved Disney Princess Cinderella is that at the end, when the prince comes to collect his princess by showing the slipper around the country and seeing if it fits, in order to fit into the slippers, the stepsisters each cut off something from their feet.

The prince, not noticing anything because of the dresses and his eccentricity at having found his one true love, rides away with each sister, only to be stopped minutes later by the friendly birds we see in the Disney Cinderella, only in the real version, they’re ravens. They cry out to the prince, "Look! Look at her feet! Blood flows from them, she is not the one!" The prince takes the girl back and, as punishment for her foolishness and deceit, the ravens pluck out her eyes, leaving her blind and ugly.

You see the horrors that our beloved Disney movies once were? It’s all well and good to change a story around so that it can be rated G for young children, but the horrors of the real stories seep into the child-friendly versions and children grow up to believe that all bad guys are defeated in the end.

Only, how are we supposed to know who the bad guy is and who the good guy is? There aren’t any princes and princesses anymore (unless you really count the Queen’s family in England as ruling the whole world…) and there are no more dragons to slay. The classic fairytale story has evolved into a twisted, complex story that no one person can understand. Do the alleged "bad" guys we hear about in the news really do what they do because they think they’re being bad? Or do they have their own ideas about their actions, somehow justifying it in their eyes, making what we see as horrible and sinful beautiful and good?

It can’t be understood unless we try. And we have definitely not been trying. Sure, there are just some sick people out in the world who crave blood, destruction and pain, but if you take a closer look at most of the people in the news, if you look into their childhoods, if you could somehow go back in time, you’d find at least one thing that happened to the to trigger their abusive and bad behavior.

In some cases, they may not even know what they’re doing is wrong, because it’s what they were brought up to believe in-it’s the only thing they know. Parents make a bigger impression on their children than anyone would like to let on. Every teenager, no matter where, who, what personality, has once said that they would not grow up to be like their parents. And yet, there they are, living the lives they were meant to live-Living the only way they know how, the way their parents taught them.

Orphans could disagree with this theory-there are also orphan serial killers, murderers, robbers, etc. But the reason they turn out to be like they are could also be traced back to their parents. They were abandoned as children, they spent their lives watching people be taken into loving homes while they had to stay behind and lose their free will, feeling unloved and unwanted. They blame the parents they never knew; never questioning if their parents had no choice or if they really wanted to keep them, but the circumstances weren’t in their favor.

Some orphans even fancy the idea of their parents coming back for them one day, based upon a story a caretaker in the home might’ve told them, or rumors about the child that the older orphans made up. Its things like these that make people bitter, make people want other people to hurt as much as they did when they were growing up. They see it as a huge injustice to be left alone when so many other children are staying at home with their parents, safe and loved, with a family that knows them. Those children have pictures of their infancy, they have birth certificates, and they have people who will love them no matter what.

Can we really blame them for feeling that way? If you were to be taken away from your mother and father all of a sudden and you knew they didn’t want you and you would never see them again, how mad would you be? Imagine growing up with that, but you’d never known your parents. They were just blank faces in a crowd, not looking for you, not caring. You would be mad. But it all depends on what kind of person you make yourself out to be.

If you’re the kind of person who sticks up for everyone, the kind of person who cares whether a bully is being beaten up, a person who wants to make the world a better place in hopes that no one will have to go through what you went through, I think it’s very safe to say that you won’t become a bitter serial (-parent) killer. But who knows? You could be the happiest child in the world and you could still have a thing for killing people. It’s very hard to determine why people kill each other. For power? For money? For the rush? Do they have a choice or are they being forced?

There are a million different reasons someone could become a killer when they’re older. But if we all chip in and try to make the world a better place, we would all live a lot longer. You never know if someone is going to stop you on the sidewalk and kill you seven months later after following your every move. You can’t see into the future, no matter how hard you try. The future is a mystery, one that doesn’t like to be solved so easily.

A small smile could go a long way in this world, because, we have to face it, we’re all interconnected with each other. I know a boy in America who knows a girl in America who knows some people in Korea, who know some people in Russia, who know some people in Italy, who know some people in Austria, who know some people in Vienna, who know some people who know me. There are over 6.6 billion people on this Earth. Who’s to say we don’t know everyone if we just look at who we’ve met before?

The moral of this story: Not all things in life are easy, not all things are pretty, but if you see the best in life, you can make that smile go a very, very long way. And that’s the first step towards making this world a better place to live. Because if we keep on going at the rate we’re going at now, by the year 3000, there will be no Earth. We’ll have destroyed it so badly that no one will be alive and everything will go further to hell than it is now.

Morally Corrupt?

So, I have this friend. She's run down a raggedy path lately, and she's not a perfect person (really, who is?). She had a baby at 16, but she's got a good place to live with her father and she's got a job and a loving boyfriend (the baby's actual father), but she couldn't juggle school, baby, job and boyfriend, so she left her baby with her father and moved in with her boyfriend, with the full intention of finishing school and then building her life up so she can better take care of her baby. But then she decided that she had a decent enough job, and she really couldn't live without seeing her child, so she dropped out of school and moved back in with her father.

Things have been going well. Her boyfriend asked her to marry him (she's 18 now), she's got her child, the love and support of her family, a stable job...but yesterday I found out that our mutual best friends aren't friends with her anymore because they found out that she'd cheated on her boyfriend and was planning on doing it again. So, because they know that what she was doing was wrong, they told her boyfriend. And then told her they couldn't be friends with her because cheating was the "last straw" for them.

Now, I can't really understand why they'd give up their almost 5 year old friendship because she made a few bad choices. One, it's none of our business if she cheats on her boyfriend or not. Sure, it makes her kind of sleazy, but does that change how she acts around us? Two, she'd never give up on us if we did something bad. Three, if her life is working out just fine without school, why should we tell her what she's doing is horribly, horribly wrong?

I mean, I have to confess, if I actually knew her boyfriend personally, I would probably have done something too...But that's just being considerate of other people. Would you want your doctor to not tell you your mother had a heartattack and then tell you you're not allowed to see her or ask her how she is? I don't think I'd approach the boyfriend, though. I'd try to appeal to my friend and tell her that she really needs to straighten things out. And if she didn't, I'd try a bit harder and if I still wasn't getting anywhere, I'd tell that if she wouldn't tell him herself, I would for her.

But she'd still be my friend no matter what. I liked her before I knew about all her flaws, so why should I stop liking her now that they're out in the open? She didn't do anything to personally offend either one of our friends, and I can see that they would be a bit skeptical about whether or not she's really trustworthy or not (I mean, you've probably gotta be a pretty good liar to get away with cheating), but still. Friends are supposed to be able to talk about everything and know that their secrets will be kept safe. Some secrets are meant to be told, I know that (i.e. Bulemia, Anorexia and other things that could seriously hurt the friend with the secret), but isn't a friend supposed to be someone who'll be your shoulder to cry on and who's not afraid to slap you in the face when you need it?

I don't think telling your friend's boyfriend your friend is cheating on him and then telling your friend you're not friends with them anymore really falls under the category of "slap in the face". More like "I don't think your lifestyle really fits mine and I won't compromise, so I'll just forget everything we ever had and throw the broken shards of your life in your face for kicks". < -- And that's not friendship.

So should I give those two friends the slap in the face they kind of need or respect their decision to dump one of their best friends?

x/

--Cassy