I really want to rip my hair out right now. Apparently I'm too weird to hang out with the really weird people now. Mind you, this came from a woman that sleeps in pine box because she thinks she's a vampire. This whole thing started earlier in the week. We had gone for walk to catch up on the things we had missed. We walked past a house that had chickens in the back yard and she says "Oh my god, those people have chickens." So I decided to be random and call them out on their breed and said "Hey cool, Australorps." She gave me a look like I had killed some one. So, long story short, I was talking to her on Fb a bit ago and she told me that either I could give up my 'Chicken Fetish' or lose her as a friend. HA! Like that's even a choice. No real friend of mine would tell me to give up anything I love. So I gave up her instead. Now everyone that I knew through her doesn't want to talk to me. Ok, I refuse to give up on something I love just to keep friends. I know who my real friends are. They're the ones that are asking me if they can come over and see my chickens. They're the ones that are helping me decide what breed I should get next. They're ones that are standing in line waiting to see and asking if the can have one out of the next hatch. Everyone else, take a number. I don't have the time to deal with anyone that tries to stop me from being me. So what if I'm "Goth"? So what if I love country life? So what? I am who I am. If you can't handle that, step aside and let my real friends hang with me. Sorry. I needed to get that out.