Shenanigans
Tomorrow is the beginning of professional help. I'm sure you're all glad to hear it, so you won't have to read me whine all the time. I'm a little scared, and I can't really articulate why, so you'll just have to use your imagination. In other news, I have a friend that is really pissing me off. She doesn't really act like a friend, and I'm really tired of pretending it doesn't bother me.
This is the scenario: 8 days ago, she calls me with her uber-drama (something more melodramatic and stressful than the last thing she came up with). I, trying to be the good friend, talk to her, offer her assistance, support, and my shoulder to cry on if she so chooses, leaving any sort of judgements to someone else. I say let's meet up. She says, I don't have time, and besides, the boy who I was crying my eyes out for a week ago is here so I don't need you really. I was just calling to involve you in my drama and not let you do anything about it. I see her for about 20 minutes before I have to go to class, wherein she says (with a straight face) that her parents are taking some sort of action (fiscally speaking) because of their "disapproval" of her lifestyle. I give her a hug, offer encouragement, blah blah blah. I empathize with her, and hope she has a good trip home for Thanksgiving, tell her to call me, no matter what the hour, etc etc etc.
And that was the last time I spoke to her. I'm sure that when I see her tomorrow, she'll be all giggles and silliness, without a hint of her previous personal apocalyptic visions of a week ago. She'll say oh I was so busy and why don't you ever call me, as if I didn't sit here and hope things were going well for her, worry about what was happening with her, and so on.
She will never understand that SHE is the one that isn't calling, that isn't listening, paying attention, or even sharing her life with me. She is just giving me the E! True Hollywood Version, where it is all after the fact, you are not involved, and you never will be. You will be kept on the sidelines forever because she doesn't really care about you enough to include you. She only thinks about you when there's not somebody better to cry to. Someone more important to pay attention to her shenanigans.
This is the scenario: 8 days ago, she calls me with her uber-drama (something more melodramatic and stressful than the last thing she came up with). I, trying to be the good friend, talk to her, offer her assistance, support, and my shoulder to cry on if she so chooses, leaving any sort of judgements to someone else. I say let's meet up. She says, I don't have time, and besides, the boy who I was crying my eyes out for a week ago is here so I don't need you really. I was just calling to involve you in my drama and not let you do anything about it. I see her for about 20 minutes before I have to go to class, wherein she says (with a straight face) that her parents are taking some sort of action (fiscally speaking) because of their "disapproval" of her lifestyle. I give her a hug, offer encouragement, blah blah blah. I empathize with her, and hope she has a good trip home for Thanksgiving, tell her to call me, no matter what the hour, etc etc etc.
And that was the last time I spoke to her. I'm sure that when I see her tomorrow, she'll be all giggles and silliness, without a hint of her previous personal apocalyptic visions of a week ago. She'll say oh I was so busy and why don't you ever call me, as if I didn't sit here and hope things were going well for her, worry about what was happening with her, and so on.
She will never understand that SHE is the one that isn't calling, that isn't listening, paying attention, or even sharing her life with me. She is just giving me the E! True Hollywood Version, where it is all after the fact, you are not involved, and you never will be. You will be kept on the sidelines forever because she doesn't really care about you enough to include you. She only thinks about you when there's not somebody better to cry to. Someone more important to pay attention to her shenanigans.
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