Search This Blog

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The lines of friendship

When people stop talking to you, there are a few lines that can be crossed. First is the courtesy line where it's like, "Hey, maybe your phone was eaten by a bear or you have amnesia and forgot we had like a ten year friendship, so I'm just calling to say hey! Miss you!"

Then there's the awkwardness line, where you're pretty sure they actually don't like you anymore or found out about that time you borrowed their shirt and accidentally threw up on it or something where it's like, "Hey, did I accidentally do something to you that you are upset about? Whatever it is, I'm sorry and I want to be friends again or maybe replace your shirt."

After that, you have options. You can pack up and go home and try to ignore your crippling social anxiety which has just been exacerbated to the point of believing you will die alone and that everyone who talks to you only pretends to love you while they ignore your hideous social defects and make new friends.

Or you can cross the stalker line, where you know for a fact that they don't like you, but you just can't let it go where it's like, "Hey. So I noticed you unfriended me on facebook two months ago and clearly haven't been getting my constant friend requests, so I figured a voicemail would do better, right? By the way, have you gone blind or something, because I totally saw you at mutual friend's house and spent like twenty minutes waving at you, but you'd never just ignore a friend like that, would you? No. Of course not. Because you're loyal. And disloyal friends usually die in my basement, painfully, alone, in the soundproofed box they never knew I installed because they were too busy ditching me for people they actually liked where no one can hear them scream. So anyway, hope you're doing well! Talk soon, yeah?"

Don't cross that line. You end up in jail, people don't really invite you to things anymore, it's unpleasant.

1 comment: