You know what’s fun? Reading old posts. I’m so vain, I swear. Anyway, I like to read the good ones because on my bad days my mind is all wonky and I forget what it’s like to have a coherent thought. For real. So, the related post plugin has given me reason to laugh and laugh. I’ve also noticed that some of my posts are duplicated from the move. Oops. That would have been because of cross-posting. My bad.
This week’s question is inspired by Awaiting. She had an issue with a friend and had to give the bitch the boot. I don’t blame her. Awaiting is a much more gentle and forgiving soul than I. If that person would’ve been my friend, it would have been ON. Believe it. So, I’m going to completely steal her question and use it here. And I quote:
Any of you ever dropped a âfriendâ because he/she turned out to be a fucking fake ass trick?
I really dislike fake people. Since I give everyone the benefit of the doubt straight out of the gate, I’ve had experience with this. I lose respect for someone who can’t accept who they are and try to pretend to be something different. The ill feelings have toward these types of people have gotten worse as I’ve gotten older and accepted who I am.
This is especially true for people that want to belong to a group so bad that they twist themselves inside out to be like them. It doesn’t work. Not for anyone. It might seem like it does for a little while, but in the end they either accept you for the person you really are, or you get hurt. If you don’t listen to R&B, don’t pretend you do for your new black friend. If you’ve never had a tat before, don’t get one just because someone mentioned it was cute once (or at least get a fake one, so you don’t have to live with it forever). That shit makes no sense to me. When do you reach a point in your life when you expect people to want to be around you and stop practically begging for their company?
I don’t have a lot of time for shit like that. And so I don’t have a lot of friends. I can count the number of close personal friends I have in my life right now on two hands. Which is perfect for me. I LOVE it. I don’t need to worry if this person is being real or going to stab me in the back, because I usually bring out the stabbing part pretty quick. And no, that’s not something of which I’m ashamed. Why should I be? I want to be friends with people that are happy in their skin, if not in their lives. If they’re struggling then they want to improve not be approved. And I don’t have to worry about someone showing up one day with my exact same haircut because they wanted to impress me. I do have to worry that my friends will tell me like it is, but only because they sincerely care. None of that fake shit for me.
So, yup, I’ve thrown some people overboard. It sucked, but was necessary. Shoot, I’ve been through too much in my lifetime to have to worry about selfish people. Plain and simple.
Your turn.
Update:
I just wanted to remind folks where I got the idea for this post. Awaiting was having issues with a so-called friend offline. Anyone who clicked the link above would have seen that. Offline seems to be where most of us have most of our relationship experiences (especially if you’re over 15). So, the issues discussed here were in no way an underhanded jab at anyone online- unless they took it that way and then oh well, that’s their problem. Really, gimme a break. If I say my friend pissed me the fuck off because she just can’t tell the truth, that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s someone I’m friendly with ONLINE. Online is fun to a certain extent. But online is not all the time. At least not for most of us.
Question of the Week- 8/22
You know what’s fun? Reading old posts. I’m so vain, I swear. Anyway, I like to read the good ones because on my bad days my mind is all wonky and I forget what it’s like to have a coherent thought. For real. So, the related post plugin has given me reason to laugh and laugh. I’ve also noticed that some of my posts are duplicated from the move. Oops. That would have been because of cross-posting. My bad.
This week’s question is inspired by Awaiting. She had an issue with a friend and had to give the bitch the boot. I don’t blame her. Awaiting is a much more gentle and forgiving soul than I. If that person would’ve been my friend, it would have been ON. Believe it. So, I’m going to completely steal her question and use it here. And I quote:
I really dislike fake people. Since I give everyone the benefit of the doubt straight out of the gate, I’ve had experience with this. I lose respect for someone who can’t accept who they are and try to pretend to be something different. The ill feelings have toward these types of people have gotten worse as I’ve gotten older and accepted who I am.
This is especially true for people that want to belong to a group so bad that they twist themselves inside out to be like them. It doesn’t work. Not for anyone. It might seem like it does for a little while, but in the end they either accept you for the person you really are, or you get hurt. If you don’t listen to R&B, don’t pretend you do for your new black friend. If you’ve never had a tat before, don’t get one just because someone mentioned it was cute once (or at least get a fake one, so you don’t have to live with it forever). That shit makes no sense to me. When do you reach a point in your life when you expect people to want to be around you and stop practically begging for their company?
I don’t have a lot of time for shit like that. And so I don’t have a lot of friends. I can count the number of close personal friends I have in my life right now on two hands. Which is perfect for me. I LOVE it. I don’t need to worry if this person is being real or going to stab me in the back, because I usually bring out the stabbing part pretty quick. And no, that’s not something of which I’m ashamed. Why should I be? I want to be friends with people that are happy in their skin, if not in their lives. If they’re struggling then they want to improve not be approved. And I don’t have to worry about someone showing up one day with my exact same haircut because they wanted to impress me. I do have to worry that my friends will tell me like it is, but only because they sincerely care. None of that fake shit for me.
So, yup, I’ve thrown some people overboard. It sucked, but was necessary. Shoot, I’ve been through too much in my lifetime to have to worry about selfish people. Plain and simple.
Your turn.
Update:
I just wanted to remind folks where I got the idea for this post. Awaiting was having issues with a so-called friend offline. Anyone who clicked the link above would have seen that. Offline seems to be where most of us have most of our relationship experiences (especially if you’re over 15). So, the issues discussed here were in no way an underhanded jab at anyone online- unless they took it that way and then oh well, that’s their problem. Really, gimme a break. If I say my friend pissed me the fuck off because she just can’t tell the truth, that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s someone I’m friendly with ONLINE. Online is fun to a certain extent. But online is not all the time. At least not for most of us.
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