I'm not talking about the Piercer or even the Weedman though they have disappointed me and probably a bunch of other people too. I'm talking about everyone, even myself. Especially myself since this a blog that follows no one and no one follows it which gives me a certain freedom to be as big a narcissistic asshole as I please.
I recently hurt the feelings of a friend, ruining a friendship possibly forever. He's not a real "grew-up-with-me", "bought-me-a-pizza-once" type friend, he was an online friend, one of my first Twitter follows. We used to talk about the most benign shit and slowly I realized all of his tweets that weren't mentioning me (or anyone else) were bitter and depressing. It would frustrate me because I hate when people fish for pity like that. Like when a totally hot chick talks about how ugly and/or fat she is just to hear people say, "What? You're beautiful!" He was always talking about how the place he lived depressed him, his wife depressed him, his money depressed him blah blah blah depressing. At the same time, he chose to live where he lives, he'd just received and blown through an inheritance and I don't even feel I have to say it but you choose who you spend your life with.
An apology is definitely in order but I'm no good at that. I'm also no good at bullshitting people and putting on a happy face. I was honest with him about how his borderline-stalking me on Twitter was annoying but that wasn't all I had to say. I stopped myself because I didn't want him to go nuts. Even if I try to fix it now, I won't be able to.
Not even sure if I even want to.
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