  Flakes for Breakfast I dont know what to think anymore. Ive been flaked on yet again, this time by my most favorite person on the planet. Solid, clear plans were made five days ago involving a cup of tea all the way in Del Mar (close to her) at 8:30am this morning. Meaning I didnt go out last night and had to wake by 7am to make it in time. It takes a little over 30 minutes to get there from my house. From 8:25 to 9am, I waited. Nothing. No phone call, no email sent at the last minute (I called Bryan to verify this), not a sign anywhere that something had come up. Just some incredible flakage. Yes, I had tears in my eyes on the long drive back home. Yet by a quarter to 9 as I sat there, Id already set myself up to accept being forgotten about, so when it happened Id have less of a jolt.
I should email her to see if shes ok. But too much of me wants to just not address it, not make an issue out of it. Either she forgot completely or her schedule was too backed up to keep her plans with me. And yeah, either way Im not exactly motivated to find out. Both possibilities equal hurt feelings. Blinders, engage! This is why I told her last week that we didnt have to keep trying to arrange a get together if she was honestly too busy.
But she insisted, picked a date, a place, and a time. There was no ambivalence at that point. She directed the whole matter. I dont know what to expect from people anymore. Nothing? Shes one of the most important people in my life, however it has been over a year since I last saw her. Im not entirely prepared to ingest this. I need a workout. 
