Maybe it's the homesick feeling in the pit of my stomach or just the lack of snow (although it can't possibly snow here) I am hating everything.
The bitterness escalated quickly. I saw a post by a friend claiming that he was bored with the lack of assignments. I was enraged. The person I thought who was too busy and bogged down by work had neglected to be at my aide when I needed a listening ear ever so badly.
Corny, soppy, yes, throw a bucket of jelly on me. But it makes me think. Do friends even exist?
Friends who genuinely care? Hardly. If you find one, treasure them. Keep them under your pillow. Kiss them before you sleep.
In the meantime, I am reverting to my initial and long forgotten ideal. Men do not make good friends. Period. Just wait till they get a girlfriend. Poof* Like coco crunch. They'll be gone before you know it.
But they'll call you incessantly to borrow your car or have you give them a ride to the mall and make you late for your own activity - knowingly. Because you were once the girl who was the friend, now you're just driver or car loaner.
All those phone calls, support, advice,conversations, listening about his 50 000 past girls, sitting on the curb with him while he cried his eyeballs out about a break up, making sure he wasn't alone, baking cookies for him, making pasta, book excursions, teaching him how to mail a friggin' letter,listening to him cry on the phone for half an hour, allowing him to cross the road in a jam when you knew you could have bloody hell drove over him - they all fall to ashes.
Just a friend. No, driver and car loaner.
