I pulled a prank on an acquaintance yesterday. It was fun, I had a blast. They weren't so happy though. In fact, now they hate me. They hate me so much they have resorted to childish shennanigans that I haven't seen anyone do since Year 7...and that girl was an utter mole
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It's a case of concern for friends asking for emergency help being misinterpreted; my response may have been harsh but faking wrist slashing - right down to panickicy phone call - isn't something you should mess with.
I'm sorry if my call to the crisis center on Ed's behalf causes trouble for Jess (he was at her house), especially since Ed apologised for actually doing most of the faking.
But Ed, I guess I was looking more for a "thanks Dex, for doing everything right given the the circumstances" than an apology from you (which, Constant Reader, Ed has offered, and I appreciate that for what it's worth).
I'm not making a nemisis out of you. I look for more in an arch enemy; generally wings and a kick-ass arsenal. I'm just confused by this statement:
"They
[I'm assuming, Constant Reader, that 'they'means myself, Dexter Collins. I don't think that too egocentric, but I am suprised at the vehemence of the response]
hate me so much they have resorted to childish shennanigans that I haven't seen anyone do since Year 7"
Um, Ed, my reaction was to say you've cried wolf, and as far as I'm concerned, that's it. There strikes: you're out. I'm sorry to be hard on this, but it's important. I wash my hands of future help.
I was hurt, first by sheer panic that a friend needed help; help Jess couldn't seem to provide (calling the crisis line herself, which in retrospect makes sense).
Then sheer relief, that began to crumble away into absolute disgust that you'd even joke about self-mutilation. Strike two.
Thirdly, I couldn't believe a friend - ANY friend - would do this, and it hurt me to realise that - while you're not my 'nemisis' LOL - it sure meant I couldn't count you as friend.
Third strike; you're out.
As for my awaited "bitchy retaliation", here it is, and it's really not me being bitchy but somewhat amused. You referred to a "fleeting attraction that dissipated faster then water spilt on a hot stove". Oh Emos, must I always correct you, even in your diatribe?
Water spilt on a stove EVAPORATES.
Water would DISSIPATE if you spilt it on... more water, actually.
Oh Ed, you my me smile Angry Elf.
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