I am not a great friend to most people. I am A LOT. And I know that. I frequently cancel plans at the last minute. I struggle with committing to plans. I don’t reach out enough and I am not good at consoling or pampering others. I get it. Yet again, I’m unfriended.
It hurts when people unfriend me, but in a way similar to my knees hurting. I am so used to it, that it just feels normal.
I don’t want people to unfriend me, but I don’t expect them to put up with me either. I have great energy and limitless kindness, but I really am a lot. My depression takes me through dark tunnels and sunny days while rain comes up from the ground.
If you need constant attention, do not look to me. Well, unless you are a hot man that wants to be worshipped. :O
And just like that I am off on the sexual comments. See? A LOT.
As the great Cyndi Lauper crooned (obviously out of context):
Don’t call me in the middle of the night no more
I don’t want to be your friend
Don’t think that it will be the way it was before
I don’t want to be your friend…
Don’t expect me to be there
‘Cuz I don’t wanna be your friend
Cyndi Lauper – I don’t want to be your friend