Borders exist only to those
who view them.
It seems that in every single situation I encounter nowadays I am the third wheel. Yes, almost everyone I spend time with is involved and I am always the awkward third passenger in the car ride, or the movie theater, or even the living room watching tv. This is all fine and good. I should be happy that they are happy right? Yes, and for the most part I am. However, the art of being the third wheel is more difficult than one would think. Patience is key or else you WILL let some passive aggressive phrase pass from you lips and watch the joy on the faces of your involved friends fade to confusion and then to disgust, but after so long of having every single person in your life reminding you that you are alone I believe that a little passive aggression is alright. Love is great, until it is forced down your throat continuously and the insults begin to spew out of you like vomit. Perhaps, the art of being a third wheel really lies in the patience of the involved parties…. just a thought.
”Together they swirled like comets in orbit of each other; descending inward upon themselves and gradualy growing close to each other until they collide to become one singular comet that plummets off into distant space.”
