Profound shit happening.
So it was my 22nd birthday on Thursday so obviously, I had family and friend dinners on Thursday and Friday, cause I love them all. ♥ It was great dinners except for the minor indigestion on Thursday with family and…
So on Friday was the friend dinner and the organizer of the dinner decided to invite Flora. When I found out Flora was invited, I knew it was bad news. There is a reason why I considered her close to me up until a few months ago.
After a few years of friendship with Flora, we were talking about life problems and bitching about it like usual when it was her turn to bitch about her boyfriend. So bitch, bitch, bitch and…well, I guess I could sum up our friendship with this sentence from her to me. “Oh, you’d never understand my boyfriend problems because you’ve never had one.”
Wow, that is some profound shit. I’m just so damn fucking glad you’ve opened my eyes for me! I mean, really. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I didn’t know I ranked so low in your eyes, I guess…I didn’t even register in your brain that I considered you a close friend whom I really respected and trust! Thank you again. I’m just really grateful for that eye-opener.
After that…I got caught up in university which helped me avoid her. Until last night which was my birthday dinner with friends. See, she warned us that she had “big news”. That had already set off alarm bells in my head cause I know she loves attention and probably couldn’t bear the thought that I, this lowly being that doesn’t even compare to her A+ life, was the center stage for this birthday dinner! If it wasn’t my birthday, I would love to have given her the attention, but since it was my birthday, well, she should go fly kite.
Guess what her big news is? She’s pregnant with twins. Yay. See, I would have been a little bit more enthusiastic if she just not said it at all on my birthday dinner, or well…she could have just said it and left it alone humbly. But well, I don’t think she ever knew the word “humble” existed, let alone what it means. All throughout the dinner was the topic of how she broke it to her boyfriend, how she broke it to her family, how she broke it to her boyfriend’s family, how she’s taking supplements from her doctor, how her ultrasound is, how the ultrasound looks, what she can eat, what she can’t eat, how the morning sickness is, how craving is the supposed natural call from the body to eat what she’s lacking for her babies blah blah blah and it just went on and on and on.
You know, I shouldn’t have been angry about this. I shouldn’t be shocked about this. I should have expected this fucking “surprise”. As they say, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. I guess this is a shame-on-me situation. And it really is. I should have expected no less from her.
But you see, there’s a reason why I’ve got a new group of close friends and it’s because they can see the limelight-seeking shit act you’re putting up on my birthday and yeah, they weren’t impressed. I guess this lowly being just can’t be bothered putting up with your shit any longer.
And you know what takes the cake? The fact that she’d use anything, including her pregnancy to make sure she gets all the attention. I mean, all the Facebook congratulations and loves from her other friends weren’t enough, holy fuck. Oh no, she’s got to make sure people at my birthday dinner had to be sufficiently in awe of her. I’ll admit it, I am in awe of her. In awe of her selfishness. And in awe at how dumb I was.
She’s just a receptionist, her boyfriend is a salesperson at a technology store. They were living in a rented flat in the city, but they’re moving back to their parents because well, I guess they don’t have the money to support themselves through this joyous occasion. What an A+ life. She doesn’t think long term about the babies she’s carrying. Those are two lives that are depending on her, and they way she talks about it, it’s just another tool for her to get more attention. That’s what disgusts me. She said she had depression, then she found out she was pregnant blah blah. Bottom line is, she got knocked up, she’s just another accidental teen pregnancy just minus the “teen” in that phrase. The whole joke about it is that the way she phrases it is as if she wanted to have babies, that she was ready.
And I can tell she’s not fucking ready. She’s ready when she stops thinking about herself for one fucking second and put someone else first.
I’ve got another friend who had a beautiful baby girl at 19 and she’s not another accidental teen pregnancy because she wanted a kid since she was 15. She gave up a lot to have that kid. Four years down the track? She’s living with someone steady, the daughter is incredibly beautiful, and even though the mother’s not married, it’s a steady environment and the daughter is not some tool for her. The kid is as is, the kid she wanted for so many years.
Nonetheless, this is a long rant, I need to head out to my uncle’s 50th birthday dinner where I will be allow him to celebrate his birthday. Despite all my anger, I wish Flora all the best with her twins because as cold as it sounds, I do not want any contact with her or her twins ever in my life. And I hope, I’ll never be like Flora.
First posted at Teacup.