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Another day, another drag queen.

Last night was mainly unimpressive, mostly due to the actions of someone that I thought would not act in such a self-absorbed manner. When I first started university, like most of the new-comers, I was thrust into a situation whereby I knew absolutely nobody. It was a fresh scene, and we all fought to make friends so as to not become the loner that we all feared we could be known as. At this point Rob had severed ties with most of his friends - not through my own request - and I was basically his sole link with having a social life. I didn’t particularly mind that he was meeting my new friends. In fact, I revelled in the kindness and effort I could make in order to introduce him to them, and create a degree of comfort in him feeling welcome to the people that I would be spending time with.

It is obvious that now, since Rob has begun to make friends, he has little intention of making me feel welcome amongst those that he chooses to spend time with. It’s not a problem in the sense that I crave someone to be around - as it was in his case - because I have enough friends to keep me busy and have a social network that I can immerse myself in at any point. Those that I know are always around and forever asking me to spend time with them. It would seem now that he has no intention of introducing me to people he knows (it’s almost as if they’re just his friends, I’m not worthy, yeahyeah), and when I am in the company of him and his friends, I exist as a vague entity that is briefly acknowledged before forgotten. Last night, I’m sure he didn’t even see me leave.

But still, drag queens always come to the rescue and make me giggle all this mind-fuck away.