So, would your friends go into your house, take something that didn't belong to them, and not tell you? Real nice friends huh? They don't see you for awhile and when they make it to town you break all plans in hopes of hanging out with them...to not have them call or even ask you if you want to hang out with them. A bunch of fucking hipocrits.
"I never hang out with you when I'm in town because you are always playing poker" (no one ever tells me when they are coming home, some of them say they are and then just stay at their dorms and drink, and others you don't find out unless their parents come into the store) SO I learn the are in town so I break all plans so I can make time for them to hang out...to get nothing. No call or anything. Instead they are consumed by something else and can't make time for other people...
Maybe none of us are friends anymore...
What if we have drifted so far apart that we can't even be friends anymore? We rarely talk to each other anymore. Most of us can't even say hi to the other people's faces anymore...
I really don't even care anymore. I set up another Live account for MYSELF and Jake thinks its his. So in the middle of the night instead of coming out and chilling a few went to my place and took my account. I didn't know this so I went back home with a few friends and got on LIVE. To screw around a bit and get kicked off because someone signed in as me. Fucking bullshit. Not only that, the cherry on the top was someone calling and telling me I CAN'T get on MY account. What kind of shit is that? Fuck this. I don't even care anymore. They don't even think they did anything wrong. Who's code was used for the account? Noah's. Who's credit card is linked to the account? Noah's. Who's address and everything else is linked with the account? NOAH'S. So excuse me if I am a little upset. Piss off.
This was a night that sticks out in my mind. A few great friends at the time betrayed me, or what felt like betrayal at the time. My ego clouded my judgement and since they hadn't called me (and I hadn't picked up the phone, since they didn't work both ways back then), I had found something else to do in spite of them. It was just miscommunication on all accounts but for the longest time I held a grudge. If they had just called and said, "Hey, we are going to play and could we use your account?" I would have been perfectly fine with it. Hell, I don't even have anything to really steal anymore. The only material things I really own is my dvd collection and my '87 Conversion Van, Odin. The van got hit last weekend and I was upset for a little bit over it, but then got over it. I think about this night because me and my best friend had a falling out last night. I don't even know how he took and misconstrued my words around and twisted them to make me sound like a real asshole. He then called me and yelled at me. Trying to help out all kinds of friends, sometimes the King gets in the crossfire from day-to-day living...Times They Are A Changin'...
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