What do you do when discovering your friend who goes back so many years has gotten lost in triviality when you expect her to keep up, but she most certainly does not have anything to say, surviving a bored existence. The conversation killed. She'd gladly go for the kill attacking your weakness but will have no idea of her actions. It's all rather subconscious. One last attempt to keep her dignity when I watch in speechless shock the shameful display of stupidity taking over her only too swiftly. It’s painful to watch a predator turn prey. It’s easier to just take out her jugular, then letting her suffer in shame. But there is the integrity that simply keeps you off and lets the bovine go...
It's painful watching yet another feline die. Losing an old friendship is agony.
