It's a struggle today to keep my mind uncolored by a jerkish comment from a former friend. I'm not doing well.
Seriously, you'd think I could just classify him as an asshole as he admits himself, and therefore refuse to take him seriously. But the same force that works on me to prevent me getting over former flames will not allow me to ignore a friend who just happens to have stopped acting as a friend years ago.
And it's easier to focus on anger and frustration than things positive.
Ah well. Just pick yourself up / dust yourself off / and start all over again...
*Edit: So a few hours later, done with classes, I went to see Tamara and she was apparently rather shocked by how I looked. "I mean, you cried a little when you told me about Jeff on the bus from Santa Cruz, but that was wistful sadness. These were angry tears - I was afraid to leave you alone, you looked so miserable. I was glad when we ran into Rachel so she could watch you while I went to class." How odd. A lot of my friends have seen me cry - I never thought much how it might vary time to time, from their view. As it was, Tamara called me 20 minutes later to say she'd ditched class, did I want to talk, or just hang out? Which we did, for a little while.*