I'm really pissed off right now. I bitch that I don't have friends, so I make an effort to catch up with High School Friend. She's the one who lives ten minutes away from me, but we haven't seen each other until she turned drunk and up two hours late for my party back in January.
I suggested we meet up for lunch. I suggested Pub A, on the other side of the city. I offer to pick her up, even though her house is in the opposite direction to Pub A, seeing as she doesn't drive and would have to catch the bus. No thanks, she said. She had some things to do in the city and would just make her own way there. So I suggested we change the venue to Pub B, which is in the city and therefore, would be easier for her to get to.
This is all via text message, by the way.
So she texts back to me, ".... or Pub B, up 2 u."
Alright. You can take my consideration and shove it up your arse.
Why is it up to me? Why do I have to decide? Then if I ask why I have to decide, she gets all aggravating and says Jeez, just make a decision. Why can't you just make a decision? (This didn't happen in this text conversation, but occurred years and years ago) I mean, I was happy with Pub A, I only suggested Pub B because I thought it might have been bloody well more convenient for you.
So I got a bit narky and texted back, "Don't really care, just thought it would be easier if you're walking or catching the bus. See you there at 12pm." She has now replied that she will call me in the morning. Christ. Just call me now. Better yet, text me; I don't want to speak to you.
It's shit like this that makes me stop calling 'friends'. What was with the attitudey '....'' at the start of her message? I can see her sitting there, with her eyebrows raised, typing out the message.
Don't worry, I know exactly how petty this sounds. Really, I do. It's just that you try to be fucking nice and it gets made to sound like you're an indecisive moron. Well, she can suck it. I can't be fucked contacting her again.
Right.
I'll probably delete this post tomorrow because I realise how retarded I'm being. IT JUST SHITS ME.
PS. I watched He's Just Not That Into You tonight (and started playing Solitaire on the computer just before the halfway mark) and I just wish that when I started talking about Fletch, someone had have said to me, "He's just not into you." (I don't mean you guys, I mean every poor bastard I've ever bored to tears, telling them about how the clairvoyant told me it would be so.)
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Yeah, I own the book. Not seen the movie. But anyway. It's one of those things that you can tell someone, but it doesn't make any difference. You know, hindsight is 20/20. That sort of thing.
Okay. So being friends is a huge pain in the ass. Girls, in general, are a huge pain in the ass. I am lucky enough to have ended up hanging out with two sisters who notoriously have no female friends because, just like me, they can't seem to get along with any. And guess what? We get along perfectly. Maybe you should move to the US and hang out with us.
We can all be snarky bitches together. :)
Love you. And I would totally meet you at whichever pub you wished.
~Jo~
I totes know what you mean. You just want friendships to be easy, fun, smooth flowing. Not riddled with a bunch of fucktardedness. What's the point of that?! Blah.
who knows what boys think.
now that i'm older, i've found it much easier to 'lose' the friends i don't care a hoot for (or vice versa). i feel like time is getting increasingly precious and i can't waste any more time on pple who just aren't worth it.
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