Heh, rhymes doesn't it?
So let me talk to you about a 'friend' of mine.
'Uh-oh', thought Icewolf's vivid readers, 'here she goes on another rant that doesn't really matter. Ah well.' Well well well my dear readers, yes in fact this is a rant that doesn't really matter but something that has been bugging me for at least 5 years.
Let me start with this:
One night, a girl was having a birthday sleepover, and the next morning she wanted to go with her group of six-some to a restaurant. But the next morning, oh woe is her, the road is a bit icy. Her mom pulls one of her friends aside (who in fact could easily walk home in about a distance of a yard away) and tells her that she is worried about the future weight of the car and asks the friend to go home. The friend, dejected, walks back to the others she has come to known and starts to pack.
"Why are you packing," the host girl asks.
"Your mom is sending me home because the road is icy," the friend said back, a tone of hurt quite obvious. You'd think the host would pick up on it, and try to do something about it.
"Oh," she said, blinking, "sorry."
And did nothing.
So the friend, hurt and sad, walks home with her belongings, and bursts into quiet tears, thinking of the warm breakfast that she didn't get to eat with her friends.
And that friend was me.
So I've been friends with this girl who lives by me for years now, and let me tell you, for it's long life it hasn't been a very good friendship. My 'friend' had an awful habit of lying way back, and constantly told me lies. One day (I was a very gullible kid), she told me that one of my favorite characters in one of my books was out to get me. I was too scared for three days to open anything in fear that this character would get me. Finally on the third day she told me that it was a joke and it wasn't real.
I got angry, and I think I told her that she needed to go home.
I did that often. I'd hint that it must be getting late and she needed to leave whenever she irked me but she wouldn't yield and stay until I told her outright that she needed to go. When we grew up more she would stay for a few minutes then have to leave. She was constantly trying to get me to be girlier, buying me lip gloss and make-up for my birthday.
She never seemed to understand how I felt or even tried to see me for who I was. We constantly got into fights about me not being girly or something like that. To this day she doesn't even seem to care about what is going in my life and all we ever talk about is homework. She doesn't seem to try to start a conversation about anything else.
And I'm sick of it. I'm done.
"No more," I told myself, "I can't go on with this anymore."
I mean, what friend would do nothing about them leaving, but do a lot to change who their friend is?
Anyhow, if you read this, thanks for bearing with me. And thanks for being friends for me as well.