Normally I don't like to write serious blogs. I would much rather talk about the stupid people I encounter or the stupid ideas that pop into my head on occasion, but tonight I've decided that you should all read about this personal problem I'm having.
My friends have always been super important to me. I will always drop what I'm doing to go help a friend out. I go places that I don't want to go just to satisfy a friend's request, I am a good listener and I try my best to give good advice. I act as a taxi cab for friends with busted vehicles, a shoulder to cry on when the girls are having boy trouble, a piggy bank when someone is a couple bucks short of whatever it is that they have to have that day, a mother to my intoxicated friends who feel the need to start a fight with the first person who looks at them for longer than 2 seconds, and a hotel for people to frequently party at without having to worry about cleaning up afterwards (thanks guys). I would consider myself a good friend...or at least i try to be. But lately I have felt like the feeling isn't mutual. I recently got fired from my job (the one I've worked at for over four years!) and I've had some trouble finding another one. I worked at Brick Oven for a couple of weeks before I realized that place was hell and quit. I have had a couple of job offers that I haven't been interested in (mainly the offer to wear skimpy clothes and offer drinks to the drunk gamblers at the casino, hoping they'll toss me a dollar every now and then)and I finally settled for a job working at the Topeka Country Club with the local snobs. Needless to say, money is kind of tight right now. So I guess I figured my firends would be there for me through all of this, and would maybe come over and hang out every now and then instead of going to the bar every night like we normally do. I thought maybe they'd call once in a while just to see how I'm doing and how the job hunt is going, but I've gotten nothing. I see a couple of friends on Tuesday's and Thursday's for lunch, and that's about it. I look at pictures on myspace and facebook of all my friends at the bar getting waisted, and I don't seem to be a second thought. So I guess this is my "feel sorry for me" blog entry for the semester. I guess you just start to see who your true friends are when you actually need them to be there for you.
But enough of my sob story. On to finding more stupid people to write about in my next blog entry =)
My friends have always been super important to me. I will always drop what I'm doing to go help a friend out. I go places that I don't want to go just to satisfy a friend's request, I am a good listener and I try my best to give good advice. I act as a taxi cab for friends with busted vehicles, a shoulder to cry on when the girls are having boy trouble, a piggy bank when someone is a couple bucks short of whatever it is that they have to have that day, a mother to my intoxicated friends who feel the need to start a fight with the first person who looks at them for longer than 2 seconds, and a hotel for people to frequently party at without having to worry about cleaning up afterwards (thanks guys). I would consider myself a good friend...or at least i try to be. But lately I have felt like the feeling isn't mutual. I recently got fired from my job (the one I've worked at for over four years!) and I've had some trouble finding another one. I worked at Brick Oven for a couple of weeks before I realized that place was hell and quit. I have had a couple of job offers that I haven't been interested in (mainly the offer to wear skimpy clothes and offer drinks to the drunk gamblers at the casino, hoping they'll toss me a dollar every now and then)and I finally settled for a job working at the Topeka Country Club with the local snobs. Needless to say, money is kind of tight right now. So I guess I figured my firends would be there for me through all of this, and would maybe come over and hang out every now and then instead of going to the bar every night like we normally do. I thought maybe they'd call once in a while just to see how I'm doing and how the job hunt is going, but I've gotten nothing. I see a couple of friends on Tuesday's and Thursday's for lunch, and that's about it. I look at pictures on myspace and facebook of all my friends at the bar getting waisted, and I don't seem to be a second thought. So I guess this is my "feel sorry for me" blog entry for the semester. I guess you just start to see who your true friends are when you actually need them to be there for you.
But enough of my sob story. On to finding more stupid people to write about in my next blog entry =)
posted by valerieh @ 10:26 PM
4 Comments:
At 9:33 AM,
james said…
Most people see kindness as weakness. Secondly, people only remeber what you have done for them lately, not all the stuff you've done for them. People suck, end of story.
At 10:11 AM,
Trista said…
My sympathy, people are ... not always so great. I fully believe in keeping close friends, but there are few people who really fill the category of a good friend who can be there for you when the bar is calling.
At 12:07 PM,
Tully Corcoran said…
I'm sorry to hear about your crappy friends, but I'm writing to respond to your question on my blog.
I don't like Flavor Flav because I imagine that, if I were black, I would be pretty embarrassed that people like him are on television representing my race. I call it a modern-day minstrel show (and rap is becoming this way, too) because he's not being himself, he's pandering to the audience, which is mostly white.
And considering he was once a member of Public Enemy, probably the most political, fight-the-power rap group ever, this is even more disturbing. Chuck D must be embarrassed.
At 7:14 AM,
Regina Cassell said…
I can relate to this feeling because as the oldest of four girls, this happens to me all the time.
I didn't send my sister a birthday present this year because I honestly forgot to.
She gave me a present and acted like she had bought me a new home or something.
My sisters do not buy gifts generally b/c they have no money. I understand completely, but this said sister has forgotten how much time and money I poured into her life when things were bleak for her. My husband and I bought her a car even so she could get a better job.
And, it's the same with emotional stuff, too. I am always the one expected to hold it together. It really never occurs to anyone in my family that I might need some help.
There's my two cent rant!
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