Burned Bridges

I was IMing a friend last night about burned bridges. He and I dated briefly, then tried to be friends. Quite a few times we swore off on each other for oh-so many various reasons. We still talk after four years.
I asked him how we remained friends through all of it.
He said determination and perseverance ... or something like that.
I think we've such good friends right now is because we both moved far away from home for college and are going through similar experiences.

I'm usually not that person who remains friends after fights. I recently stopped talking to two other friends, one I knew for six years and another I knew briefly. Maybe I shouldn't be that way, but I wait until a tremendous pile of crap is made before I finally say, No more!
Maybe I shouldn't wait. Still, the crap piles up.
I'm in such a precarious position in life right now that I can only afford to make so many mistakes repeatedly. At least that seems to be my reason.

I guess I'm just amazed at how many bridges I've burned. Lordy lord.
And have no more ponderous on the matter.

Except that I've put a lot of "p" words in this entry.
Now I want to recite "Peter Piper," but will refrain.