This blog is the product of a conversation I had last night with a close friend. Said friend is not the friend I'm talking about in this blog. Confused? :)
You know, I'm very aware that I can be a hard person to hang around with. I have no filter, I'm eccentric, I'm foul-mouthed, bawdy and maybe a little too loud for some people. But don't come into my life and want to know all about me, then once you've infiltrated it, become a very close friend, just decide that I'm all the sudden an anchovy and you don't want that nasty thing on your pizza.
Who does that? If you were really my friend, you wouldn't just stop being my friend without good reason. I understand that people go through shit and we all have baggage, but damn! I have very few friends, first because it takes a lot for me to trust people because I've been jacked over in the past by people who I gave 100% to and then they just flaked out on me. And second because of the reasons named above in the first paragraph.
So it really pisses me off when I'm made to feel like an inconvenience when you were the one who initiated the friendship in the first place. You ask me why I am the way I am, I tell you and you're very understanding and say that you don't see it, but then you must see it because you're no longer my friend anymore.
Part of me wants to confront this person and be like "WTF??!!!" Another part is saying "Screw 'em! You're fun to hang around with and they're the ones missing out if they don't want to be your friend." I think I'll stick with that one. People only have power over you if you let them. So, this is the last I shall speak of this person.
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