May 3rd, 2011
Never let me borrow anything from you. I mean it. While I would take care of said item, I would have it in my possession for far too long. I would awkwardly tell you that I have been meaning to watch/read/whatever you lent me and dance around the subject each time we see each other. Then, I would start to hide in the back room when you came over to avoid having a conversation about what I thought about whatever it was you let me borrow. And, you see, because you lent it to me, I can only assume that it is something you hold dear to your heart. Hey, it was special enough for you to buy it, so you must like it. Maybe I hate confrontation or I could just be awesome at procrastination; but chances are, it will take me a long ass time for me to finally get around to checking out what it was that you thought was awesome enough for me to check out. Most of the time, I am disappointed, but try to skirt around the issue when asked what I thought about it. It’s basically like a judge on American Idol telling a contestant how great they look in those clothes instead of what they thought of the actual singing. I hate lying, so I will totally go in to avoidance mode (I get a plus 2 to this if I wear my ring of deflection).