Fake friends

I stumbled upon something the other day posted by an ex friend. She claimed that all her former friends who ever thought she acted like she was better than them thought that way because she really is better than them, and they were just jealous.

Whoa, back the fuck up.

If I was ever jealous of her, it was because I admired the fact that, from a young age, she was able to make herself financially independent. As for her personality, I always felt like being a little more humble would suit her better, and that she really needed to get the hell off her high horse, because she thought insanely too well of herself. She also completely lacked the ability to admit when she was wrong, and would resort to belittling you if you disagreed or tried to prove her wrong, and she also believed that she gave amazing advice and that the world should follow it.

Just a side note: if everyone followed advice, no one would have personal experiences and mistakes to learn and grow from. That being said, I don’t entirely believe in advice.

At the point in my life when I needed my friends’ support the most, my best friend of 8 years abruptly ended our friendship. Even if I was jealous or beneath her, is that any way to treat someone you refer to as a friend, let alone a best friend? I don’t really think so.

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July 21st, 2010 | Bitching, Friends | 3 Comments »

Adventures of the suburban kind

Yesterday, I continued my ongoing job hunt by having my mom drop me off in downtown Huntington, where I hit up every hair salon and even filled out a few applications at retail establishments. After I was more or less finished, I decided to walk to Maggie’s job, since it was only about a mile up the street.

Or, would have been a mile. If I didn’t start walking about half a mile in the wrong direction first.

Not to mention, the heat and humidity were pretty brutal yesterday, so by the time I got to Maggie’s job, I was practically dying. Since they were ready to close up shop for the night and it was only her and one other vet tech there, she decided to show me around all the exam rooms and kennels.

On our way back to Joe’s (her fiancee, who lives right up the street from me and whom I’ve known since roughly third grade), Maggie called him up and explained how she “found something outside of her job” and asked if she could keep it. I couldn’t hear Joe’s end of the conversation, but Maggie kept convincing him that she’d “feed it,” “make a box for it,” and despite all his protests, she was “bringing it home anyway.” She even asked him if he could at least help her bring it in from the car.

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July 18th, 2010 | Friends | 1 Comment »