Since when is that a good excuse?
Some people at some points in time in their lives have to cut others out of their lives for their own good. For my own good, I feel I must write off certain people. In this way, I am not cutting them out. Just like companies do, I am writing off bad debt. Should the debt be repaid at some later point in time, the hold is lifted and transactions may continue as normal. Until such point, there is no point, is there?
I have several people in mind who I have decided to write off; each of these people have accrued their own reasons for being written off in my book.
One betrayed my trust and my love in the worst way. This is unforgivable, though a friendship is still possible. The extent of the friendship I will allow is unknown, but I doubt this one will be written back into my life anytime soon, due to the choices of both parties involved. This person is busy with "other things," but then again I have to live a life independent of this person or anyone else. It's working, isn't it?
One betrayed my friendship and, to an extent, "the code." The code of which I speak is the unwritten code that details how people should act around others when something has happened. Rather than acting in a way that this person should, this person rationalized and fought on behalf of the other person. There were hardly any consoling words or understanding, even if it was fake understanding. All I got was "well just about everyone does it, and you can't help it if [x] will be [x]." That's an excuse that only works until you've graduated the second grade and you know better. That said, screw you.
One betrayed and ignored me; just me in general. Despite repeated attempts at phone and internet contact, I am left with nothing from this person. Despite repeatedly offering to sacrifice things on my end to see this person, I have been blown off. I ask you... who does that? I've put in the effort time and time again. The last time I told this person I couldn't do it anymore and I was sick of the attitude I was receiving, the relationship got a little better. Once again, now that the shock has worn off, I have made repeated attempts at contact, and to no avail. When you decide to wander back into my life, don't expect me to still be there. I hope bad things for you and your new life so that maybe you will learn to appreciate the sacrifices that your friends go through for you every day, sacrifices which are ignored repeatedly. Screw you too.
Finally, one has been in and out of my life several times, though the only strong connection we had was way back in early early high school. This person decided one day that I was no longer important and, since, has not spoken to me despite my efforts of contact. I did nothing to deserve this kind of being ignored, though I'm almost certain that it began when this person's significant other stepped in and decided that this person was to no longer speak with me, until it just became "[this person's] choice." You had a choice the whole time you bastard. Even after you wrote me off I waited... I can't do that anymore.
If you are any of the above people... well I don't know what to tell you. I doubt any who bother to read this would care even if you are that person. I'm done. I'm so beyond done it isn't even funny. *haha* Ok, maybe it's a little funny in my overly emotional state when I can't discern between bitter rage and "ooh look, a funny-looking clown!"
I have several people in mind who I have decided to write off; each of these people have accrued their own reasons for being written off in my book.
One betrayed my trust and my love in the worst way. This is unforgivable, though a friendship is still possible. The extent of the friendship I will allow is unknown, but I doubt this one will be written back into my life anytime soon, due to the choices of both parties involved. This person is busy with "other things," but then again I have to live a life independent of this person or anyone else. It's working, isn't it?
One betrayed my friendship and, to an extent, "the code." The code of which I speak is the unwritten code that details how people should act around others when something has happened. Rather than acting in a way that this person should, this person rationalized and fought on behalf of the other person. There were hardly any consoling words or understanding, even if it was fake understanding. All I got was "well just about everyone does it, and you can't help it if [x] will be [x]." That's an excuse that only works until you've graduated the second grade and you know better. That said, screw you.
One betrayed and ignored me; just me in general. Despite repeated attempts at phone and internet contact, I am left with nothing from this person. Despite repeatedly offering to sacrifice things on my end to see this person, I have been blown off. I ask you... who does that? I've put in the effort time and time again. The last time I told this person I couldn't do it anymore and I was sick of the attitude I was receiving, the relationship got a little better. Once again, now that the shock has worn off, I have made repeated attempts at contact, and to no avail. When you decide to wander back into my life, don't expect me to still be there. I hope bad things for you and your new life so that maybe you will learn to appreciate the sacrifices that your friends go through for you every day, sacrifices which are ignored repeatedly. Screw you too.
Finally, one has been in and out of my life several times, though the only strong connection we had was way back in early early high school. This person decided one day that I was no longer important and, since, has not spoken to me despite my efforts of contact. I did nothing to deserve this kind of being ignored, though I'm almost certain that it began when this person's significant other stepped in and decided that this person was to no longer speak with me, until it just became "[this person's] choice." You had a choice the whole time you bastard. Even after you wrote me off I waited... I can't do that anymore.
If you are any of the above people... well I don't know what to tell you. I doubt any who bother to read this would care even if you are that person. I'm done. I'm so beyond done it isn't even funny. *haha* Ok, maybe it's a little funny in my overly emotional state when I can't discern between bitter rage and "ooh look, a funny-looking clown!"