Drunken Philosopher

Add that to my ever-expanding list of titles.

I got into a fight with this guy, Luke Matthews, last night. He and I are friends...we've actually become friends remarkably fast for how I usually do things. But, we disagree about some major issues when it comes to love and relationships. We have a lot of the same methods of approaching problems, though, so we are of absolutely no use to each other, it would seem. I don't know. We were each talking about the awkward relationships in our life. He said that our situations were the same. I told him that our situations are nothing alike.

We were both wrong, but in unequal amounts.

Because we were both several drinks in, we refused to back down (earlier in the night, I was supposed to keep him off of deep, dark subjects). He called me on my elitism, which I have never hidden. Although, he did pay me quite the backhanded compliment earlier in the night: "Mack, the reason that you are great is that you let your love for other people outweigh your logical hatred of them." I eventually stormed away from him when he told me I didn't care about people. "If I don't care about people, then I don't have to stand here and listen to this. Good night, Luke." I walked out of the apartment we had coopted for this conversation and went home.

We've already apologized to each other.

It's been a long time since I've simply walked out on a conversation. It's been a long time since I've been in a conversation with no possible good outcome. It's been a long time since I've been frustrated and angry with one of my friends. Are we closer because of it? Probably. But I don't have time for that. I have to go pick Stone up from the airport.