Weave,
I’m just going to tell you up front. This isn’t a good message. I feel it’s time to bring to your attention that you’re a really shitty friend. And by really shitty, I mean, reeeaaallllyyyy shitty. I know I know, you’re thinking, “ugh wha, no!”
Well actually yes.
This is my formal ‘break up’ letter to you.
This, is where we part ways.
Over the last 3 years, I’ve had the pleasure of examining our friendship. I’m sure you had no idea because it wasn’t nearly as important to you as it was to me. Let’s bring up the highlights shall we?
Senior Trip. Ah that glorious trip. Remember when we made plans to stick together the entire week? That was super fun when you decided to move to a different group and stop talking to me in the middle of the trip, for no apparent reason. That was fun. It was after that time that you stopped giving a shit. We didn’t talk as much anymore, and you didn’t really seem to care about hanging around me.
Colin. Yeah, he’s an asshole. He’s also a child. After you started dating him, you didn’t have any time for us anymore. I mean why would you? Callyia will always be around wont she? To talk to when there’s relationship problems? To come pick me up when I can’t go somewhere? Do you know how many times we made plans and then you either didn’t drop a line or you would make up some excuse why you couldn’t show up? It was EVERY TIME we made plans. That’s fine, I’d wait all day to hear from you. That’s fine, I won’t make plans with anyone else waiting for you. Oh you’re hanging out with Colin instead? Oh awesome. It’s not like you live in the same town or anything. Oh you do? You mean you have the option to see him more than twice a year? Damn. Lucky you.
You know the icing on the cake? Birthday cake, in fact. Happy Birthday Callyia! I’ll be over later! And oh did I wait. All damn day and night I waited for you to show up to my birthday. You didn’t even bother to send me a text saying, hey, I can’t make it. I’m sure you were with Colin.
New Years. It’s the same old thing. “Yeah I’ll be there!” Nothing.
This summer, I worked the entire summer. I did nothing else and I wasn’t planning on going home. “Callyia, we miss you! Let’s hang out!” I quit my job 2 weeks early so that I could go home to see those people that “missed me” I’m so glad I did that. I got to see you for what? 30 minutes? And then I didn’t hear another thing from you. Oh, but you surely had the spare time to get back together with Colin. So glad I stopped making money so that I could waste my time and go home and sit in my living room with nothing to do.
Congratulations, you made me angry.
Wow! Callyia angry? Yes. You hurt me. After my last 3 years, that was the last thing I needed (I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about) So here’s the reality
I made all the time in the world for you and you couldn’t spare me seconds to send me a text saying, ‘hey I can’t make it’.
I’ll give you a heads up, I’m going to unfriend/block/unfollow you from everything, because your ‘woe is me’ statuses are annoying as shit and you don’t deserve to check up on me. If you can’t be bothered with me, I can’t be bothered with you.
Two seconds – Callyia, don’t come home, I have other things planned and even though it sounds like fun, I won’t have time to hang out with you.
That’s all it takes.
I’m glad we had this talk.
-
Izzo,
Remember me? I’m sure you don’t.
Let’s role play for a second. So, you’re coming home and I’m going to make plans with you. I’m going to tell you that we’re going to hang out and I’m crazy excited for it. I’m going to have you make all sorts of time to hang out with me. Now that you’ve done that, I’m going to hang out with someone I’ll be able to see any time of the day for the next 10 months and you won’t hear from me until the day before I leave.
”Oh darn I’m upset that I didn’t get to see you”
So, hey, Izzo. What the fuck?
This summer, I worked the entire summer. I did nothing else and I wasn’t planning on going home. “Callyia, we miss you! Let’s hang out!” I quit my job 2 weeks early so that I could go home to see those people that “missed me” I’m so glad I did that. “What are you doing? Dorm shopping? What are you doing? You’re on a trip?” IF YOU WEREN’T GOING TO MAKE TIME FOR ME WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME TO COME? So glad I stopped making money so that I could waste my time and go home and sit in my living room with nothing to do.
I understand that you’re at school and you’re busy. That’s cool. I’m glad you have a social life. I’m happy for you.
I don’t appreciate, however, fake niceness. I would prefer that you be honest with me. Don’t waste my time with plans that you’re not going to actually take part in.
Do you know how upset I was when I drove 6 hours back home just to sit in my living room waiting for you and weave to never show up? And it’s not like I surprised you. I told you 3 WEEKS in advance.
I understand that your new bff is awesome. She’s getting you out of your shell. Awesome. I just hope that she can be all the friend you’ll ever need because this is my formal ‘break up’ letter.
Congratulations, you made me angry.
Wow! Callyia angry? Yes. You hurt me. After my last 3 years, that was the last thing I needed (I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about) So here’s the reality, I’m going to unfriend/block/unfollow you from everything. If you can’t be bothered with me, I can’t be bothered with you.
Two seconds – Callyia, don’t come home, I have other things planned and even though it sounds like fun, I won’t have time to hang out with you.
That’s all it takes.
-
