Ain't That Funny?

Dear Z,

I bought powdered doughnuts today.

Then, I had a nervous breakdown.

The two things aren't related. They just happened to occur on the same day.

The stupid doughnuts made me think of you. The breakdown made me think of the other B. Not that it was his fault...just that he was the person I turned to when my mother and circumstances made me cry.

Funny, isn't it? For all your comments about what a terrible person he is and all your low-blow fat jokes at his expense, it's him I think of when I need help and you I think of when I eat doughnuts.

I still love you, but I hate you more. I feel neither of those things for him. That's probably just as well for him.

~B. Rabbit