Bumped into an old friend in the gym this morning; someone whom I sorta fell out with some years ago.
I cannot remember when and what the argument (if there was one) was, but it must have been at least 4-5 years back. He used to be quite a good friend whom I hang out with for meals, movies and such. My main problem with him, was that he was simply too much of a diva to handle. He was (still is I think) a journalist, and does write-ups for magazines and publications. He was prone to mood swings and his words cut too deep for my liking, even though they were often directed at others. After a while, enough is enough. To me, he was a nice friend but someone to be kept at arm's length. Get too close to him and his bitchiness becomes too much to bear. I know he is lonely deep down, but I just wished he'd see himself in an impartial light and make adjustments. He once commented that his friends never stay in his life for long and asked me to. I wanted to, but I just couldn't keep up.
Anyhow I took the chance to walk up to him this morning, smiling. Upon my approach, he kept a straight face and held his hand up to stop me. He muttered he is in a rush and made a beeline for the locker room. There I was, snubbed. It wasn't pleasant, but it made me realise he hadn't changed a wee bit.
Well I tried.
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