Day 17. 38 pages, 17,300 words.
Not too long ago, I was asked by a friend “why are you even friends with that person?” in reference to another friend.
Not too long before that, I was asked by a different friend “why do you even bother with that person?” in reference to the original friend.
Not too long before that, I was asked by a friend “why are you the only person who doesn’t see that that person is an arsehole?” in reference to another friend.
These are not fabricated examples, they actually happened. Within the past couple of months. If you’re a regular reader and commenter on this blog, you can be reasonably sure that you’ve either been the subject of one such question, or an asker of one such question. Or both. Sometimes you may even have asked the question about yourself.
But don’t worry. You’re not being personally attacked by this relatable content. This is actually such a prevalent thing, I’m not even talking about any of you.
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don’t really have many friends who haven’t at some stage or another been called out by one or several of the others as the sort of friend I shouldn’t be bothering with. To which I can only say, “well it’s just as well I make up my own mind about this shit or you’d all be out of luck.”
I have not, to the best of my recollection, ever said this about somebody else’s friend, even if I think they’re a relentless and persistent cunt-and-a-half. Possibly because I have such a wealth of friends in that category. Possibly because I’m not a particularly caring person, and I don’t look out for the wellbeing of my friends who I see are trapped in toxic friendships. Don’t know. I hope it’s not that second one, although I’m sure my friends are just looking out for me.
Anyway, my point is, you’re welcome, ya lousy judgemental ingrates.
Incidentally, I’ve also been asked “why would you expect [consideration / respect / platitudes] from a friend, aren’t we supposed to be beyond that sort of fakeness? If you don’t expect it from a stranger, isn’t it unfair to demand it of someone you love?”
Which always makes me sort of wonder whether one or both of us has misunderstood what it means to be a friend. Because they’re the only ones I would want any of those things from. They’re the only ones from whom it means a goddamn thing – they’re the ones from whom it’s not fake, because they know me.
And in the same way, they’re the only ones from whom insults actually mean anything. Oh yes, I’ll take something personally from a friend when something fifty times worse from an anonymous Internet rando will just roll right off me. Isn’t that … how it’s meant to go?
Maybe I’m the one missing the point. In either case…
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark after work.