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I am deeply disappointed in you. Last night I was seething with anger. If I had seen you then I would have given you an earful. I would have been hurtful and spiteful because I was looking for a depository of my bile. Of course, if had seen you last night, I wouldn’t be feeling this way.
Maybe my expectations were just too high. I knew you were kind of flakey. That’s why I was only mildly annoyed when you failed to show up on time for my event despite the fact you had agreed to help me at the beginning of it. By the time you got there I had moved past all that and just enjoyed the evening. Hell, I’d actually forgotten about it until last night. Your choices yesterday were disheartening. I’ve lost faith that you can be counted on at all as a friend.
A friend is someone who listens to you talk about your love life, your living situation and your feelings about yourself. A friend is someone who gives supportive and loving advice. A friend is someone who says “You need to get out of the house? Sure, come on over and hang out”. A friend is someone who understands when you leave a conversation to go talk to the cute boy.
A friend is someone who runs around making phone calls to try to find you last minute transportation to move something from location A to location B, even though they weren’t originally involved. A friend is someone who offers a ride from one town to the next, even if it is a three hour drive. A friend invites you to attend events with them. A friend understands that an event, on top of a three hour drive and a week away from home, is too much when you have a big day tomorrow.
A friend does not on a whim decide ‘Fuck it, I don’t want to deal with traffic’, and leave someone stranded three hours from home with no money and no transportation! THAT IS JUST NOT RIGHT.
Luckily it all worked out. That friend was able to get bus money from folks that were mere acquaintances. That friend made it home safe.
But I am hurt that you would treat someone I care about that way. I thought that you counted that person as a friend. I would hate to think that you could do the same to me.
I’m not going to stop talking to you because of this. I’m not going to ignore you at parties, or speak evilly of you. That’s not my style. Heck, you’re still welcome to parties at my house. But please understand if I don’t say “Come on over, we’d love to see you” anytime in the near future.
Maybe my expectations were just too high. I knew you were kind of flakey. That’s why I was only mildly annoyed when you failed to show up on time for my event despite the fact you had agreed to help me at the beginning of it. By the time you got there I had moved past all that and just enjoyed the evening. Hell, I’d actually forgotten about it until last night. Your choices yesterday were disheartening. I’ve lost faith that you can be counted on at all as a friend.
A friend is someone who listens to you talk about your love life, your living situation and your feelings about yourself. A friend is someone who gives supportive and loving advice. A friend is someone who says “You need to get out of the house? Sure, come on over and hang out”. A friend is someone who understands when you leave a conversation to go talk to the cute boy.
A friend is someone who runs around making phone calls to try to find you last minute transportation to move something from location A to location B, even though they weren’t originally involved. A friend is someone who offers a ride from one town to the next, even if it is a three hour drive. A friend invites you to attend events with them. A friend understands that an event, on top of a three hour drive and a week away from home, is too much when you have a big day tomorrow.
A friend does not on a whim decide ‘Fuck it, I don’t want to deal with traffic’, and leave someone stranded three hours from home with no money and no transportation! THAT IS JUST NOT RIGHT.
Luckily it all worked out. That friend was able to get bus money from folks that were mere acquaintances. That friend made it home safe.
But I am hurt that you would treat someone I care about that way. I thought that you counted that person as a friend. I would hate to think that you could do the same to me.
I’m not going to stop talking to you because of this. I’m not going to ignore you at parties, or speak evilly of you. That’s not my style. Heck, you’re still welcome to parties at my house. But please understand if I don’t say “Come on over, we’d love to see you” anytime in the near future.
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