There is something that has been pissing me off for a while now, and I keep intending to rant about it. I don’t rant often, but every now and then you have to go get it out of your system. Well, I’m getting this shit out of my system.
People who call themselves “friends,” but then don’t act like it. It’s true that you can often find out a lot of things about me and how my life is going by just coming to my blog. Sometimes that is more of a curse than a blessing. I completely understand that life gets in people’s way and you can’t always phone, email, comment, or tweet to a friend as much as you normally would, but this is just getting ridiculous.
I know a lot of people who want to call themselves my “friend” but then, when the going gets tough, they check out on me until things are better. If you can’t be there for me when my chips are down and I’m having a rough time, whether that be physically, emotionally, or for whatever reason, I’m sorry, but you aren’t a friend. Wanting to only associate with someone when things are “easy” does not make you a friend. You’re being an acquaintance. (And still, not a very good one.) Pure and simple.
I can tell people are doing this, because all of a sudden, they will call me on the phone after a crisis has passed and things are looking good. They want to be all friendly and pretend that things are okay. No, they are not OK. You were a dick to me when things were bad, and now you want me to pretend we’re best buds? No. Friendship does not work that way.
Then you have people who will only contact you when things are bad. When things are good, you can fuck right off, because things are going bad for them and they can’t be happy for you. I’m not talking about gloating. If I was gloating then I’d ignore me too, but I’m not the type to gloat. If things go well for me, as a friend of mine, I would think you would want to hear my good news and share in it with me. If you don’t, then why would I consider you my friend? You’re an acquaintance. (And, a piss-poor one at that.) Pure and simple.
Then you have those people who pretend to be your friend, but when you tell them something good has happened, they point out everything that is wrong with you being happy, and they can’t be supportive for shit.
I’m not saying every person I meet has to be my very bestest bud ever, and they have to be there for every moment of every day. I realize I go through ups and downs with my health, and I’m not perfect in any way. I do know people who I consider to be acquaintances, who consider themselves to be such too, and I’m not talking about those people. We have mutual understanding, and we’re not trying to be super buddy-buddy with each other.
But those so-called “friends” who sabotage your joy, who refuse to be supportive, who only will be friends so long as you are happy, or so long as you are not happy? You can fuck off with that shit. I want my life to be good, and I will not sink to being “constantly depressed” to maintain a friend. And, I want to be able to tell people when things go well without them sneering. If you can’t be happy for me unless I’m miserable, or if your “friendship” isn’t really a friendship? Please see yourself to the nearest door and fuck the fuck off please.