Friends?

The following post is a rant, if you’re not in the mood to hear me vent a little, just don’t read this…

Hey you! Yeah you! You so-called ‘friend’… why you gotta suck? Why do you tell me one thing and then do another? I know you “want to hang out.” I know, “It’s been a long time, and we need to catch up.” At least, that’s what I hear you sayin’. Your actions, on the other hand, scream out an entirely different story. A story that goes something like this…

*cool wavy flashback effect*

Once upon a time, there was a boy. The boy had friends. He loved to run and play. He loved to flirt with girls and loved his family. One day, the boy woke up from his good night’s rest to the sun shining in the window. He looked at his clock and noticed that it was 11:00 in the morning!
“Eleven o’clock!” shouted the boy. “I was supposed to be at school hours ago.”
The boy bolted out of bed in a flustered state. “Mom!” he yelled as he ran down the stairs. He rounded the corner into the family room to find his mom folding laundry. “Mom! I’m late for school! You said you’d wake me up. I have a test today!”
“Oh, that’s right.” Mom said, “I guess I was just busy or something came up or something.”
“What?? You’re doing laundry! You hate laundry! Is that what came up?”
“Um, yeah…” replied Mom.
The boy ran back up the stairs to his room, threw on his clothes and scooted to school as fast as his legs would carry him. He made it to school just in time for lunch. He walked into the cafeteria and spotted his best friend. He walked up to his friend in line and began to tell him about how crazy his Mom had been acting. “Hey, will you save my spot in line while I go grab my lunch money out of my locker?”
“Sure,” the friend said. “Just hurry back!”
The boy sprinted to his locker, grabbed his money, ran back to the line only to find that his friend was no longer there. He was off sitting with a table full of friends. The boy approached his friend, “What happened!? Where did you go?”
“Oh, yeah… sorry, I cut in line with Sally. I was hungry. I’ll save you a spot at the table though.”
“Ok,” said the boy as he ran back to the lunch line.
After making it through the line, he looked up to find the table where his friend once sat to be empty. His day continued in this fashion. His ride home left without him, his math study group changed locations without letting him know, his family moved to a new state, his girlfriend canceled their 6 month anniversary date at the last minute, and his dog changed his name from Cosa to Barfy.

If I were that boy, I would just rather people fess up to their crap rather than trying to make excuses for it. Basically, don’t call me your friend if you’re just going to feed me full-o-crap sammiches covered in lame-sauce. Stop sucking.

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