I have lots of people I know, but I have very few people who I call friends. Friends are people who you can cry to, who's opinion's you respect, who will drop everything at a call and bring gin. Generally I like to keep my friends down to those I can count on one hand. My main circle. My Posse. The five finger bunch.
One of my fingers fell off tonight. This person was someone who told me I was one of their five fingers. I trusted this person with my deepest emotional truths. I believed it when this person said that they would be there through thick and thin. They were not. They did not have time for me. They had time for everyone else, but not time for me.
This person knew I had an issue with them. This person knew that eventually we would need to talk about it to clear the air. This person has a history of not being able to know I'm mad until I blow up. This person actually told me that the knowledge that I was pissed had been plain for over three weeks, but was being ignored. This person then proceeded to tell me that this person did not want to talk about it and wanted to continue to ignore it. Essentially, this person wishes to continue to ignore me.
My powers to ignore outweigh your powers to ignore. Let the ignoring begin. By the by...this person was Mr. Stonecold. Once more reaffirming the original assumption that I was not more than a whole to be filled. Fuck him.
2 comments:
PGH directed me to your blog...He said we were going threw similar issues...seems he was right. I'm trying my damnest to ignore back as well, but I'm not doing so hot...
Good luck to you!
SBS -
You're right, we are going through the same stuff. Seems men suck everywhere.
Pghguy -
I know I deserve better, but have you seen the scum that lives in the shallows of my side of the dating pool? Not much out there babe.
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