This Wagon Has Three Wheels

Hey remember when I had a blog?
oh wait...
Yes, I know I haven't posted on my blog in an extrememly long time. I'm not going to play catch-up and tell you what has been happening since the last time I posted. I just had ideas for a blog post tonight, so I figured this to be the opportune moment.

Just a quick fun fact before I get started:
I currently, for the first time in a very long time, have no videos in my YouTube subscription box at all. I finally caught up after a few weeks of Christmas bustle.

So, on to the inspiring scenario that I experienced tonight.
My friend, Rachel goes to a different school than I do, so we often talk on the phone, and even more now that we are on break. I called her this evening around 9:00 and caught her right in the middle of Face-time-ing with her boyfriend VIA her iPod/his iPhone. So because Rachel likes to create funny situations, she promptly stuck the phone and her iPod together so we could ALL talk to each other. This was fun at first because I have never talked to her boyfriend before tonight.
It was fun, until Rachel starts muting the phone on my end to say something flirty and lovey-dovey to him leaving me to listen to silence and/or giggles and replies of "Oh nothing" upon the return of the phone from mute.
Also, once her boyfriend stopped Face-time-ing and called Rachel on the phone, I became the secondary conversation. The phone was put on mute more often and funny exhcanges were going down between the two and I would wonder aloud what they were talking about. I was answered by more giggles and fruitless replies.
Finally, I left them to their conversation and went to clean out my formerly address subscription box.
That wagon had three wheels. Can u guess which one I was?
I may sound whiny, but that's just because I was kind of annoyed at the time. I've reflected on this situation since and I've realized that I should accept it because that's just how my best namesake is. I may have been irritated when I was frequently ignored but I just got over it with the help of the thought that I am happy for her. She has a romantic companion who she is happy with and I should be and am glad that she's happy.
One of my other friends described this emotional acceptance as "The Rachel Bond." It's how she is and it may make us mad and it may make us feel bad about ourselves because of the put-aside feeling, but we get over it because we have The Bond and we can't break it.
I'm content with the bond as long as it lets me forgive and forget in situations like these.

I can't promise more posts more often, but I'll know that whenever I want to, I can come to this little blog and say hi.
Thanks for listening.