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It's something of an old subject now after all that Columbine stuff and that obese documentary guy that doesn't know how to shut his whiny trap but it never fails to amuse me. Schools shitting half ton bricks over a 10 year drawing Barney with an AK-47. Whats the big deal eh? I mean sure it's not exactly rainbows and a bag of skittles when a kid decides to put a 9mm slug into ol' jock straps face (after years of being bullied for milk money and what not but lets not lose focus here) but must we really call for a state of emergency everytime a child points his fingers yells "bang!"?In 1951. "Billy" could bring his shotgun proudly displayed on the gunrack of his truck. The principle of the school might go over and take a look at Billys gun. He might then go to his own truck and pull out his shotgun to compare with Billy's. Then they would have a nice little chat about shotguns n' shootn' stuff n' 'alladat before Billys first period class. Today if Billy were to come to school with freakin' slingshot panic would ensue the SWAT team will be called in and CNN will be there interviewing frightened little highschool kids blithering about what a horrific nightmare the whole ordeal has been. Billy would probably never see the light of day again. Of course. I realize times have changed. Columbine DID in fact happen and Obese dude did make some valid points in that documentary he did but really. REALLY. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar no?

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It's something of an old subject now after all that Columbine stuff and that obese documentary guy that doesn't know how to shut his whiny trap but it never fails to amuse me. Schools shitting half ton bricks over a 10 year drawing Barney with an AK-47. Whats the big deal eh? I mean sure it's not exactly rainbows and a bag of skittles when a kid decides to put a 9mm slug into ol' jock straps face (after years of being bullied for milk money and what not but lets not lose focus here) but must we really call for a state of emergency everytime a child points his fingers yells "bang!"?In 1951. "Billy" could bring his shotgun proudly displayed on the gunrack of his truck. The principle of the school might go over and take a look at Billys gun. He might then go to his own truck and pull out his shotgun to compare with Billy's. Then they would have a nice little chat about shotguns n' shootn' stuff n' 'alladat before Billys first period class. Today if Billy were to come to school with freakin' slingshot panic would ensue the SWAT team will be called in and CNN will be there interviewing frightened little highschool kids blithering about what a horrific nightmare the whole ordeal has been. Billy would probably never see the light of day again. Of course. I realize times have changed. Columbine DID in fact happen and Obese dude did make some valid points in that documentary he did but really. REALLY. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar no?

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It's something of an old subject now after all that Columbine stuff and that obese documentary guy that doesn't know how to shut his whiny trap but it never fails to amuse me. Schools shitting half ton bricks over a 10 year drawing Barney with an AK-47. Whats the big deal eh? I mean sure it's not exactly rainbows and a bag of skittles when a kid decides to put a 9mm slug into ol' jock straps face (after years of being bullied for milk money and what not but lets not lose focus here) but must we really call for a state of emergency everytime a child points his fingers yells "bang!"?In 1951. "Billy" could bring his shotgun proudly displayed on the gunrack of his truck. The principle of the school might go over and take a look at Billys gun. He might then go to his own truck and pull out his shotgun to compare with Billy's. Then they would have a nice little chat about shotguns n' shootn' stuff n' 'alladat before Billys first period class. Today if Billy were to come to school with freakin' slingshot panic would ensue the SWAT team will be called in and CNN will be there interviewing frightened little highschool kids blithering about what a horrific nightmare the whole ordeal has been. Billy would probably never see the light of day again. Of course. I realize times have changed. Columbine DID in fact happen and Obese dude did make some valid points in that documentary he did but really. REALLY. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar no?

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I'm on a plane from Newark to Seattle. It's late at night and the first hour was spent on the ground waiting for low CIGS (low ceilings of clouds & rain) to clear. So while I still have another 4.5 hours in front of me. I'm just grateful to be in the air. The last week was a whirlwind – although that's nothing new. For the last 4 years the acceleration brought about by my job feels as though it has no end. I'll find myself getting 6 hours of sleep a night (sometimes less) answering 150 emails a day and barely noticing that I'm in a different city every other week. It's a good thing. It feels almost comfortable. Or maybe more accurately it feels good to be uncomfortable – to be challenged. The whirlwind started on Sunday when Mystery Guest dropped me off at the airport. I have a consistent pattern when it comes to business travel. I'm almost always making presentations and since I despise presenting material I've already used before. I force myself to make new slides new “decks” (apparently this is what important business people like me call Powerpoint files) for every speech. It's probably not the most practical thing but I like to think that I'm not just presenting for the audience. I'm doing it for myself too. If I get bored with my material how can I be excited to share it with them? I board the plane early and read until we're in the air and “approved” to use laptops. The book is pretty awful although I don't know that yet. I'm still in the honeymoon phase of it when the writer was putting forth a real effort. But at 20 minutes into the flight. I grab my Dell and start turning the outlines I've emailed to Karen into presentations. I can't grab screenshots from the web which are an essential but I can figure out what I need on each slide and that will save me a lot of time later on. I also have my collection of vector illustrations in Flash including Googlebot. Yahoo! monster and crudely traced representations of populate to combine with arrows and thought bubbles. These I can do on the plane. In 1997 when I started working on the web professionally (sort of). I fell in love with Flash – the animation the appear the unbridled free-of-tables formatting made me a fan. For almost 4 years. I worked in Flash – building ever more complex animations and designs. Then one day. I construe. Steve Krug's masterpiece on web usability. I haven't built a Flash website since and the world is probably better off for it. My artistic ability suffers from a lack of.. let's say talent. But radiate has served me well – the palette tools and my familiarity with the layers and systems for creating basic designs means that I can now use it as a Photoshop substitute never having had the patience to learn that program. Later in the week as I'm giving my hour-long session on the. I'll marvel at how I raced through 113 slides in 50 minutes. The Guy Kawasaki just doesn't work for me. Luckily the audience seems to like it too. Karen hasn't sent me my feedback scores yet but based on the in-person chats I've had with attendees it went pretty well. I guessed right that Danny's new SMX Social conference would draw a savvy crowd so even though my job was to present an introduction to the material. I raced through it tried to present it in an entertaining way and hopefully educated the stragglers of the group while I was at it. After the session is over. I get to watch my co-worker Rebecca give her presentation on. When I started speaking at search marketing conferences. I was 25 years old and one of the youngest people in attendance nevermind on re-create. Rebecca's in a similar spot although the crowd at SMX both on and off the podium has plenty of early-twenties professionals. I think it's her sarcasm and her fearlessness to reference off-color and pop culture influences that helps her connect with the crowd. She's young but she's capable and she's got a few years of experience and a number of noteworthy success stories under her belt. I wish she could be more confident sometimes but once she settles into the role she performs well and I think I'm the only one who notices that her voice is just a little bit off. Besides which at her age. I was still designing websites in Flash for clients who paid $1,000 for a month of bring home the bacon. Personally. I feel like I've always been too young. At five years old. I entangle a little too young to travel across the country by myself on a cut (ironically enough taking the same route I'm taking now). At 12. I skipped a grade in school and felt too young to be with the older kids. The next year. I'd repeat the grade at a new school to help make up for it. At 18. I lived in Prague for 4 months during my freshman year at UW. I was lonely and confused and awkward but at least I picked up some Czech and developed a lifelong love for Pilsner Urquell (which thankfully found its way to US supermarket shelves just a couple years later). At 25 standing in front of an audience of 300+ in San Jose. I felt pretty good about my presentation on search algorithms until the first person from the audience came up after the session and asked how old I was. Rebecca's wrapped up and I'm at eat with. I love the way he talks – his cadence and thick Long Island accent are a prefect match for the content of his rants against Google's latest policy. I hate to run but I have to meet with a client all afternoon. Thus it's onto the 1 train to Chambers street where with the help of a brusque policeman. I find the 7 World Trade Center building get a badge from security and ride elevator tip D up some 3 dozen stories. I'm meeting with the publishers of Inc & FastCompany to talk about something new they've got cooking up but when I bring home the bacon all I can do is stare at the view. Far below cranes and bulldozers are clearing earth moving steel and preparing the ground for the site of what will be the tallest building in New York. Far off in the distance my friend Kate points out the Tapanzee bridge. She tells me that as they tear down the floors of the adjacent asbestos-afflicted building the view becomes ever more magnificent. There's undoubtedly sadness here but there's also the promise of something new something incredible something that can serve as a symbol of renewal and win over adversity. I think someone far wiser than me once said that America is both cursed and blessed by its short memory. I can't think of a more appropriate symbol of that sentiment that what I'm looking at now. Three hours later. I'm stepping off the 1 train and hiking back to the hotel. After a couple hours on email. I'll join some friends for dinner where we'll bump into the founder of StumbleUpon. Together we're amicably kidnapped and carted in a cheap limousine (they're about the same price as a cab when you have this many people) to midtown where we smoke cigars in a bar that almost throws us out for being underdressed (I'm in a suitcoat and jeans). It's after midnight when I get back to the hotel and outside I meet up with – my great friend from Montreal. I can tell he's upset that we haven't seen much of each other this trip (and probably won't since he's going back to Quebec the next day). Guilt is a constant at events like this – and I'm more sensitive to it than most. After all it was only a couple years ago that I dined by myself most nights at a conference hung out alone in the bars and hoped that someone I'd recognize would come along and chat. When I'd make a friend. I'd feel that same pang of envy when I'd see them coming back from a late night on the town with a crowd of compatriots. Luckily. Guillaume's surrounded by people so I conclude a bit better when I beg forgiveness and ride the elevator up to my room. Sleep is a constant problem for me. Unlike Danny Sullivan. I can't stay out until 3am then arrive bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning at 8. My sleep requirements have always been high and without 7 hours. I start to look and feel like some sort of SEO zombie cursed to hone SERPs and feed on brains. I'm constantly waging a battle against the blog – where I know that if I don't produce something new and something worth reading every night. I'll lose readers. It's a fact. Looking at our visit and subscription stats you can see the pattern clear as day. If on a given Monday-Friday morning nothing new has come out on SEOmoz our cater subscribers go down some fractional amount our daily tour numbers drop 15-25% and we have fewer signups for accounts and fewer premium membership signups. Conversely when I put something truly excellent on the blog the positive results are equally visible. Visits are up links are up premium signups are up and all is right in the world. But the toll is heavy. Most nights I'm home in Seattle. I start formulating the blog post I want to write on my walk domiciliate from work. It usually takes me about 20 minutes to traverse the 1.1 miles from my apartment to the office – a saving grace since I almost never go to the gym or use the elliptical machine I bought last December. From 6-10:30pm. I play husband (even though technically I won't become one until next summer). Mystery Guest works out or does laundry or watches TV (when she's had a really tough day) and I cook. I'm by no means a gourmet but I'm competent about 70% of the time and I push myself to try new things work with good ingredients and generally get better at preparing food. By 11pm though it's back to the computer and onto the blog (once I wrap up another 40 emails). If I'm lucky I'll cough out out something in an hour and can go to rest by 12:30am. If I'm stumped or take on an overly ambitious post. I'll be up until 2am or later. This happens tonight in New York. I've just finished the affix on the but it's 2am and I have to be up at 7:30 tomorrow. Morning comes and sure enough my eyes are dry & red – probably exacerbated by the cigar I had last night. There's no time to expend but time gets wasted anyway as I discover my room's iron is out of order and have to call down for a new one so I can get my shirt done in time to leave. I wanted to take the subway but am forced by tardiness to hail a cab. I'm meeting with the on 57th street to talk about their search strategy. Thankfully the meeting is great mostly due to the incredibly friendly and receptive people I'm meeting. After the meeting ends. I whiz back to the conference just in time to grab a hot dog from a street vendor and make it my talk on. I'm on the panel with Liana Evans and in the past we've had our differences. However a week before the show and after a rather we shared a few emails and a phone label. Talking to Liana. I realize that she's got some very valid points and that I owe her a serious apology. She's more gracious than I could hope for and by the time we see each other in New York we break out in smiles and hugs. As much as I love the Internet as a medium there's no doubt that the lack of human contact can make for bad situations sometimes. It's something I'll have to work on – especially since I'm terrible at not taking things personally. Micro Communities is a hit. From all the notes I can see the audience taking. I know that there's a lot of new information. Liana follows up my broad overview with a specific example of how she used social media marketing to micro communities and achieved great success for a client in a very competitive industry. It's the perfect counterpoint and the audience is overrun with questions so much so that Danny has to cut us off with a half dozen hands in the air. After the session ends. Liana and I handle individual questions for the full 15 minutes. I'm thrilled when I can refer a gentlemen seeking services to Liana's company – – which has been on our Recommended List since its inception. I want to stay and see the other panels especially the advice from on Wikipedia but I've got a prior commitment. I walk drink to SoHo – about 20 blocks and buy some presents to bring domiciliate to Mystery Guest. After so many trips to New York. I'm a seasoned veteran and after three short stops. I catch the subway up to the meat-packing govern and walk back to the conference where I'm just in time to hear the last session of the day wrap up. I spend some measure chatting with Andy Greenberg from Forbes whose demeanor is the complete opposite of every other NY reporter I've ever met. He's a pleasure to talk to – warm engaging utterly fascinated by social media & SEO and genuinely curious. He mentions that an bind on using Digg to reach Google is almost certainly part of his agenda for the week and sure enough. 2 days later. . I don't know that I've ever handled public relations and press relations properly. Every time I talk to someone in PR they always ask about our agency and are shocked to hear that we've never engaged one. In deeper conversations. I've heard express that PR folks can help move a short piece into a long piece (with a photo) turn a piece of advice into a sure mention in a story and even pitch the mainstream media to help draw coverage. It's something I need to look into as press is something we'll need if we want to reach our goals for expansion. We've been lucky so far but it would probably be hypocritical to think that we can manage PR ourselves as well as we could with a talented agency or even a consultant. After all what is SEO if not public relations for the web? With the conference over. I hop in a cab with my luggage and head for Museum Mile. In rush hour merchandise it's a 50 minute trip and I arrive at 92nd and 5th at 6:40. 10 minutes late for the lecture I'm attending with my grandparents. Luckily it turns out to be the best part of the day and maybe my favorite part of the move. Camille Pissarro's great-grandson is speaking about the famous impressionist painter and his relationship with a contemporary and peer. . I love this. I grew up in Seattle but would spend at least 2-3 weeks every year in New Jersey with my grandparents and we'd frequently drive into the city to visit museums and attend plays. My family was never wealthy but two seniors and a student (especially with my grandmother's NYTimes subscriber's card discount) was a perfect way to spend an inexpensive day in New York. Museums are great equalizers – school kids from Harlem and jewelry-clad Upper East Siders co-mingle brazenly appreciating beauty in their own personal ways. There were certainly ages where I didn't appreciate it but even just out of high school. I can recall loving museums galleries and exhibitions wherever I traveled. Seattle's own dismal fine arts scene only heightened the experience. was born to Sephardic Jews on the Caribbean island of St. Thomas (where I believe SEOmoz's own Jane Copland still holds several swimming titles) and emigrated to France at a young age but retained his Danish citizenship (as St. Thomas was a colony of Denmark). Our lecturer regales us with a passionate and clearly personal examination of how the artist's life influenced his art and its shocking break from the standards of the age. An hour and a half flies by and I find myself wishing he had more slides to show and more stories to tell. As we leave my grandfather. SEOmoz's fills me in on the details of the Dreyfus case (which Pissarro's great grandson mentioned but did not clarify on) an infamous tale of antisemitism and corruption late in the artist's life. The next night we'll see in a playhouse at Drew University in NJ and despite the 3 hours of patricide fratricide and homicide like every minute. Thus ends a week in New York. I'm only 100 emails behind and I don't have to blog tonight. Next week I've got 3 phone calls a couple lunch meetings and a video-over-Skype interview. We've got 2 clients who need site review reports a new contract to get out to the Jets and 3 presentations to build for SMX Stockholm. That and we're hiring 3 new positions. To quote heap Moranis; “No no no. Light speed is too slow.” I agree it is one of the most revealing posts into the mind of Rand. It was honest and almost poetic. The real SEO experts are the ones who cognise the business is less about cracking algorithms and more about people. The beauty of the internet is it is not limited to a series of ones and zeros like a desktop application. It is made up of real people and reflects the subtle nuances of real human beings. Thanks Rand for this great addition! I travel the world so I related to the not realizing what city you're in comment. I remember waking up one morning thinking I was in Tokyo and when I stepped out on my veranda I was staring at the Forbidden City (from the Grand Hotel Beijing). I thought - "How the hell did that get there?" - and then I laughed at how funny I thought I was. Seriously though - I'm new to the full-time internet marketing / SEO/SEM thing and I love it - can't get enough. The pace is frighteningly fast and the content to learn - amazingly abundant. It was refreshing to see - based on reading about a week of Rand that perhaps my activities are somewhat consistent with a guy that's kicking ass - and that's encouraging. I agree with Matt. One of the best things about you Rand is that you 'take things personally.' I know how you conclude because that's the way I am too. But you know your ability to share is what makes you so great at what you do. Look at any successful high-profile person and you'll see someone who knows how to share--experiences thoughts and feelings. It's what makes you approachable and that's what makes people feel comfortable doing business with you. Go Rand! Yep when my parents and I lived in the Virgin Islands (St. Croix specifically) I represented the US Virgin Islands at the Caribbean Island swimming championships and broke the Caribbean 200m breststroke recrod. I don't know if I'll ever return to that displace - it's not quite the paradise your tourist brochures would have you think :) My mother might say otherwise but I believe that living there was an interesting and important experience. The Wild West may be a myth but living in the Caribbean is comparable. in there. It's amazing what happens to us (permanently online people) when we're cut off by 30,000 feet of insulation. This temporary disconnection reminds us that reflection is possible. Maybe your next challenge is to achieve balance? I'm sure mystery guest would appreciate that. P. S. Great presentation(s) btw. I really liked the circular community communicate graphic thing you showed during the mirco communities. What can I say... I like pictures. What an exciting life. Crazy sure but exciting. You are doing something you love able to act with people that you respect and enjoy and able to lead others (Rebecca) to similiar successes. I'm one of the few that can live for months on end with only 6 hours of sleep can go for a few days with only 4 hours and about once every couple of months can survive without any sleep for 36 hours or so. It's weird. I chalk it up to having a girlfriend in high school that wasn't allowed to date (strict Mormon family) so I'd sneak her out of her accommodate at midnight and not get her back home until 4am--yes we behaved. ;-) It came in handy though in college and when I had that crazy idea to start LyricVault--which hasn't been touched in over a year now. :( I hear ya on the being too young thing too. I started watching my little sister from 3pm to 6pm everynight when I was in 2nd grade. Helped to support my parents by the time I was 15 years old. Got married at 20 years old. I really apply your blog. The illustrations are what I live for though. Googlebot kicks serious ass. Link juice flow illustrations I laughed out loud (literally). Even if it is exhausting act up the great bring home the bacon because there are populate that are appreciating it; I am one of them. We get so caught up in algo's rankings optimization.. all the technical stuff that it becomes easy to forget that working in this industry also requires a unique way of processing and managing it all-- juggling reading blogs and other sites constant self-education with our own writing and the actual work that comes with it-- and then juggling whatever time is left for..... oh yeah life. So it is always great to get a glimpes into how others in the field juggle and manage everything. Though I can't remember the last time I got 7 hours of sleep! Having met you the first time at SMX last week this play by compete recap was special for me. I'm sure I was just another face in the crowd but I was also in the same boat as you describe here... "After all it was only a couple years ago that I dined by myself most nights at a conference hung out alone in the bars and hoped that someone I'd recognize would come along and chat." Admittedly. Matt McGee. Li Evans. Kim Berg and others certainly helped me to enjoy myself -- all opening themselves up for me on day one of the conference. I was hanging out front of Affinia when you came back from the cigar bar and we chatted things up briefly with Chris. Cameron. Avi and others. While they were trying to sight a place to head out to my live blogging of SMX forced me to my room to rest as it did you. All of that is irrelevant of cover. The point I'm trying to make here is that as a complete rookie to the entire atmosphere you were as genuine to meet in person as you are when you write here on the blog. Matt McGee and I shared many great conversations last week. The most memorable though was about you while we grabbed some authentic pizza Wednesday night before the drive home. Another thing I find interesting is that you wrote the post on a plane - I often write on the tube and find the lack of connectivity results in a completely different style of writing. Much more introspective and thoughtful - probably because you can't browse while writing it! I bequeath saying to Rebecca when I first met up with her in London about how much I wanted to run a business like yours (but that I didn't conceive of your travelling lifestyle). That's still true - I like the sound of a lot of what you do but I am happiest only travelling occasionally. I like being at home. On a personal level. I also found the description of your home life interesting as I typically get home and start cooking as well :) - I like mundane cooking and cooking for dinner parties. I read somewhere that young populate running their own businesses were atypically likely to seek stability in their home lives - perhaps as a reaction to the unpredictability in their professional lives. Interesting. undergo you been reading Emerson or Thoreau recently? This was very transcendental. Something I would desire to see more of in this industry for sure. This was pure. You weren't weighing in your opinion defending a position or sharing your vast knowledge and experience. Instead it felt that you were truly sincere in your observations and feelings and were truly presenting this in a first person point-of-view without any bias. I butt heads with Rand fairly regularly (someone has to pick up where Inman left off) but I really do admire him. It amazes me how he's able to juggle the demands of working traveling speaking maintaining a healthy relationship with Geraldine and being available to his employees. He's a good role model and it's kind of funny but his praise means more to me than anyone else's in this industry. After spending a couple years revamping an offline marketing department its amazing what you undergo built in a few years. I can remember when seomoz was a cool looking new site with a couple of tools. Did you think you'd be drafting contracts for the NY Jets? Hey rand do you get Wi-Fi on the plane? Now a days we need to be always connected when we get a comment to our forum or blog or an email to our company we need to reply right away or we lose a sale. Is is a direct sale or indirect as with Google or Blogger the reply needs to be right there and right now or things may turn negative really quickly and be sphined out of proportion very quickly and the cost of fixing it ordain be unberable. We are at the lightning speed of communication. I have 100 mb Fiber optic connection and I am armed to respond and when I am out on the road I Wi-Fi it but some may need a mobile data separate to be on top! I have two kids a 5 y/o boy and a 5 month old daughter. I love whenever my son says "watch me Dad" and shows me the latest trick he learned whether it be on his ride skateboard or X-box. And my daughter just started crawling on Monday. She's so proud of herself and she wins me over every time with her big gummy grin! I used to blog desire this and I think I could take an educated guess at it's endearing dual intend but eventually it caused an unexpected result: people that I hadn't contacted face-to-face (or even over the telecommunicate) in quite a while would read my journal and be content with the update or talk to me in compose to my life in print skipping the over that shared life--personal telecommunicate calls actually spending time with somone--that was missed. Eventually it left me feeling a little alienated about engaging via proxy. I don't know has anyone else experienced this?

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I like all of my friends.  Um…if I didn’t like them they wouldn’t be my friends.  I don’t really have groups of friends (you know my “high school friends,” my “college friends,” my “work friends,” etc.), although I do have friends who’ve never met and probably will never meet.  I don’t do this intentionally; that’s just the way things are.  If an cause did become that brought two groups of my friends together. I’d be ecstatic!!  There was one incident where husband and I were friends with a married couple…and then something happened where we just weren’t really friends with them anymore.  They proceeded to “take” the friends that I had that they’d met through me. (did that make ANY sense?)  And that’s just childish.  They’d arouse these other people to their house for parties and such and not arouse us.  Let’s grow up people.  Anyhoozy beside that one incident which really isn’t even relevant now that I think about it. I’ve never NOT wanted my friends to be friends with one another.  And I’ll never understand why people do this.  If the groups don’t get along with one another that’s one story…but keeping them separated for the sake of keeping them separated is just crazy to me.  It’s just beyond me. I have a friend we’ll label her Gretel (because that’s the best husband could come up with when I asked him. “What’s a funny girls name?”).  I’ve known Gretel for awhile now and I seem to be her “secret” friend.  And. I realize. I have some explaining to do… Husband and I undergo been out with Gretel and her husband Hansel (haha…that was all me do by!) a handful of times in the measure oh. 2 years.  We’ve been to a few multi-group functions (birthdays holiday parties etc.) with them and we’ve gotten along MARVELOUSLY with their other friends.  I was even asked at the last multi-group answer by a friend from the other assort. “Hey why don’t you guys come out with us more often?”  Hmm now I’m confused. Why do Hansel and Gretel act us away from their other friends?  I’ve been friends with Gretel forEVER.  I may even call her my best friend at this point.  But I can’t be around her other friends?  And lately. I’ve go to realize that I’m now WAY less important than the other assort (actually it’s just 2 people…can’t really label that a group I guess).  When I call them and ask them to come out with us. I get. “We can’t we’re going out with…”  That one is book because it implies prior plans.  My favorite is when I ask her to do something and she says she has family/work/whatever issues.  I label her after the pass ask her what she did and she says. “I went to the bar with “other assort.”  It’s just hurtful. When did I get shoved to the bottom of the barrell?  And WHY?  measure week she called me and we got into a little tiff.  I told her that she and whoever she wanted to carry were invited to a party that we’re having soon.  Her husband responded that maybe they’d go.  I said EXACTLY this sentence in a normal express…”Okay well I’d like it if you’d come but if you can’t that’s okay too.”  I immediately got a “What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?” out of her.  I just meant that if you come wonderful if you can’t. I won’t be mad…that’s it (remember:  sometimes a cigar is just a cigar).  She continued to express me that if she didn’t come she had a good cerebrate and I didn’t show up to all her cram…and my response was. “All WHAT stuff? I’ve been invited to your house TWICE and out with your friends TWICE.  And of all of those. I didn’t come ONCE because I was spending time with family.  So…all WHAT cram?”  And I proceeded to tell her that I was very accustomed to her not showing up.   And it pretty much ended there. Another friend of mine has made the suggestion that her other friends like preserve and I and that Hansel and mainly Gretel feel threatened by that.  And while I think this is TOTALLY plausible it makes me sad that they’d be threatened by us.  We’re SUPPOSED to be friends. So…if you’re still with me (hey thanks.  that was a desire mouth) and 1. be to comment. 2.  Have been in this same situation 3.  experience what the HELL I should do or 4.  Know WHY populate act their friends separated. PLEASE leave a mention or something.  I’d love some insight… I know many of my friends (including myself) undergo said what you said when it is not “imperative” that you go to whatever gathering is going on or whatever. Sounds like Gretel was a little defensive over your comment - she didn’t like it that you called her out. She probably knew there are a lot of times where she doesn’t show up and when you said that she got mad that you took notice and said something. Since you say you could label her your best friend. I bet she feels the same and will either apologize or work it out somehow… but from the sounds of it looks desire the roll’s in her court. One other suggestion - I don’t know if you did this or not already but you could tell Gretel all of her other friends are invited to the get together too…

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