On being raped by solitude

Oct 08, 2004 18:43

Judging by the events of the past two days, I have determined the following:

For many people, I teeter on the line between friend and aquaintance. I am not an aquaintance, because maybe we've known eachother for a long time and just never talked, or we've had a few neat conversations but never "been there" for eachother or hung out much.
I am not a friend, because we don't talk that often, we aren't that current with eachother, maybe we were friends at one point, but we haven't relied on eachother for a while.

As such, I have the least respect you could could possibly give. If we were aquaintences, you might still care about "impressions," and being courteous. If we were friends, you might care about me, or being respectful.

As I am neither, you need not care about me at all. You need not call to cancel. You need not follow through, ever. You need not apologize. It's not like I matter.

In conclusion:

If you don't want to hang out with me, say so. And if you're too much of an asshole to do that, don't make plans then break them. I'd rather you lie, or even be direct.

If you have to, or just want to cancel, call and say so. Don't leave me waiting for an hour. If you can't manage to call at the time, at least apologize later. And if you're not sorry, pretend to be.

That's all for now. I'm tired of being treated like shit.
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