In which Crispy vents about things that are probably very much none of your business about her guilt and her past friendships.
Thoughts
My mom spoke about me and my friendships today, and I spoke with friends about my past friendships as well. I don't know what it is about me or why it happens, but I tend to make very good friends, obscenely good friends with people, which then somehow ends up falling into the pits of a severe break up. It's strange, falling out, you know--it's almost like losing a girlfriend or a boyfriend that you had planned and promised to marry and stay faithful to for the rest of your life.
My mom talked about how generous I could be, and how much I invested into people when I got close to them. I think this is because getting close to people, for me, is pretty rare. Any military kid can tell you what it's like to build roots and have them ripped out from under you a few months later when you're forced to move somewhere new. Getting close to people is not my forte, nor really was it ever--it wasn't until now, being able to sit down and accept the fact that, yes, I've actually been in ONE HOUSE for 5 years for once in my goddamn life, that I was able to really feel alright with being so close to people. Maybe it's why it took me so long to say "yes" to someone who wanted to be in a relationship with me. I don't know.
So I invest. I hurt myself with their problems, and I cling to them when I have my own. I trust, and I listen, and slowly, after a while, I start to make promises, that will, of course, end up inevitably being broken. And I always always bottle up the pain and the rage and all the anger I usually feel when I don't like something, scared to lose the person because of it, only to end up having it break up what i used to have. Because there IS that bottle of rage sitting in the pit of a person's stomach, you know. Fed a thousand times over as it plays hiding place to things you wish you could say or punches you wish you could throw. Until it reaches its fullest amount and you end up throwing punches and saying things at the wrongest time, and they seem incredibly totally uncalled for then, but oh boy had it been festering in that little rage bottle.
Goodbye, promises.
Not to say I haven't dissolved friendships that called for it, I think. Do any of you know what it's like, attracting self-destructive people? It's like standing next to a black hole, you know. Takes and takes but never gives while at the same time threatening to suck you in and tear you up. And it doesn't give a shit either.
But every once in a while I think back to friendships I've lost over that, and can spot one or two where I start wondering whose fault (if there really was any) it was that Everything became Nothing. I'm not talking about faded friendships, where sight and sound slow dissolve from one scene to the next, where the other person happens to disappear from the plot. I mean those sudden thunder-clashes of there and gone, hello goodbye. Sometimes you just don't know what happened, you know? Even standing at the top of Mount Retrospect where you can see how stupid you were in certain situations, there are foggy bits.
Am I just horrible or something?
A Quick (i am a liar) Exampling Story
Once upon a time I had a friend. Let's call her Spodgy or something of the sort. We were rather close and all of that fun stuff, hippity hoppiting our way through plots and stories and forcing each other to draw better (tho all knows I was the one who was too full of herself to really apply herself to all that silly IMPROVEMENT AND PRACTICE stuff everyone who's worth anything loves talking about--damn them). Spodgy and I had gotten rather close, you know, despite all we had going against us, like the fact that I'm a jerk with anger management problems and Spodgy had the massive sin of living in Minnesota of all places. Five years close, as miraculous as that can be! Internet too, where it's easy to lose friends and all that on the typical basis of "you're a lot more annoying than I'm politely able to handle, so I suppose i'll just block you then."
Anywaysers, it was all very well and good until the collegy stuff came about, as we had made some sort of idyllic promise at one another to attend the same school and develop together forever and ever, like some sort of hip-joined Siamese art-twin. Well, I was never aggressive, really (except for when someone asked for a punch in the eye), and was lazier then than I am now (this is somehow possible), and so that all got mucked up, it did. I became very que sera sera, as filipinos do, and said "what will be will be" (as that is what que sera sera means), and that is when the straining came between the two of us, the first surgical cut in the Siamese flesh, I suppose to say. As she was much more insistent than I was, and much more proactive, and so Spodgy encouraged the Crispy-thing to move off her spongey bumbum and get to work as she was promised. And of course I was bothered, because really I had tried (though not as aggressively as I should have perhaps), and things at that moment were very hard on my end and I lamented over just not being good enough.
Blah blah blah other contributing factors, arguments, interlopers, egos, and misunderstandings, and this bottle of rage that everyone (I don't care who you are) everyone has that they keep in their stomach that they slowly slowly fill until it all blows up in the end. Spodgy and I had an argument, we frowned at each other and gnashed teeth and yelled, and then came the definitive I'M BLOCKING YOU period. (That was probably me first). Thanks to the kind attempts of a mutual friend, we did talk to one another again (after angry angry emails back and forth), that seemed to say "alright, we're apologizing, let's be friends again."
And then we never talked to each other again. The End! 8D
Oh one email here, another email there, and then a long period of nothingness before a throw away hello goodbye on IM followed by a continued nothingness...
And then I stop and wonder. Did I stop talking to Spodgy first, or did Spodgy stop talking to me?
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Mood:
Tired -
Listening to: White Album
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Reading: The Big Pink Job
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Watching: One Piece
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Playing: with your souls
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Eating: your souls
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Drinking: NOTHING
Ex-friend 1: was a childhood friend of mine. She moved away ,we kept in touch. When college came around she became very distant. About three years ago we started talking again. I defended a friend of mine that she openly insulted and an argument ensued about me liking yaoi, gay marriage, making up rules about Mary Sues etc.......it was really weird and I just blocked her and ended up not thinking anymore about it. The next week I peek at her journal and she accuses me of copying her. The funny thing is after years of exchanging art she takes the opportunity to say I'm "copying" her when she's pissed off at me. K, whatever, anyone who knows me knows I strive for originality. The character she said I copied from her was one that I had abandoned a long time ago
Ex-friend #2: Was another childhood friend of mine. When we were younger she was a little mean and when I got into my early teens I cut her out of my life. It wasn't until I graduated from high school that I gave our friendship another shot. Everything was great until she got married and got on her high horse again. She pretty much got pissed at me over a sarcastic Facebook status(that had nothing to do with her) and suddenly I was called a loser, that I was unmarried and living with my mom ( I had lived with a now ex-boyfriend for three years...lol...not to mention I'm in my 20s, I'm not ready for marriage), and I shouldn't even bother pursuing my career. I pretty much cut ties with her right then and there XD..according to other friends of mine she had been talking behind my back and tried to start drama with another friend of mine.
ex-friend #3: was an internet buddy but someone I had trusted dearly. We had a great roleplay going on. We had great conversations etc. Things took a turn for the worst late last year. Everytime I brought up how I felt about a current event I was told to "stop whining" and I had to put up with snide remarks here and there that came out of nowhere. I opened a donation pool and she left a shitty comment about how she'd rather help out the people in Japan or people who need it ( with points, really? lol) and then I made the comment on FB that I couldn't stand fanfiction and jumped down my throat........I ended up cutting her off too. I was tired of her abuse and no longer being able to talk to her without getting into a fight. I also got tired of being the one to constantly keep the RP moving with plot ideas, constantly buying commissions of our RP scenes on a very tight budget without her helping, and I pretty much got tired of her abuse as I said before.
tl;dr: you can only put up with so much bullshit until you finally snap and finally you just have to realize that some people won't get along with you and most likely because of your personality traits or opinions. It goes both ways to be honest. But abuse and name-calling and friends who are two-faced should never be "put up with."
But don't worry, we're all here with an open ear if you need to talk about these sort of things, or even just chat (:
I worry that I might BE that person. Not even intentionally either, just... I dunno. That's why I quarantine myself from others. Probably why I don't have more than a couple of friends I still talk to. I think friendship is a two-way street, and I'd rather not waste people's time and investment in me if I'm really not willing to meet them halfway.
Or maybe I'm not a dick, but I just remember it that way because I'm self-loathing... Either-or.
Alright, yeah, I probably came off creepy admitting that, but ANYWAAAAY...
Maybe a year or almost two ago (GODDAMN, WAS ROUND 1 REALLY that long ago--holy shit) I might have been in a lot more of an agreement with you than I am now about that, but something that I really like is that you sincerely seemed to have grown from all of it. You're not quite the same person, it seems to me, being the silly little bystander as I usually am, that you were then. Toxicity has sort of sloughed off a little, and you're a pretty cool guy.
But ya know, that's me. I can't really speak on the subject of friendship, because I don't know how much you consider me a friend (probably less than I consider you a friend), but I just wanted you to know that. I will also once more embarrass myself into admitting that I look forward to seeing what you have to say about an art piece I posted or a journal entry I wrote, and that I periodically stalk your page to see if you've posted a new journal. I don't care if it's personal or if it's a critique or an observation, I always read it.
The thing is that you've been very open with me about what you think, you've managed to make me laugh on most occasions, and there have been many many times when something you commented felt insightful and encouraging to me on a personal level. It probably wasn't much your intention, but you brought me up when I was down, you know? You were "there" for me in a sense.
And you know, if you don't much consider me a friend and you managed ALL OF THAT ANYWAY, I don't think what level of self-destructive quality you think you have is as bad as you might perceive it to be. You're a good guy.
OH BLAH TL;DR GUSH GUSH GUSH GUSH Bottom line is I've always really liked you and it's heart breaking how hard you are on yourself, so let up a little.
My point of telling you this: not everyone is going to stick around, and that's okay. Every time I moved growing up, my first mission upon starting school was to find a new best friend, preferably one who was well established, so that I could become friends with all their friends by proxy. Well wishes and all that, but I've never seen most of them again. I never started to expand my circle/number of friends until I had been in one place for more than three years. But now, looking back, I'm okay with it. I was friends with a lot of people in high school, people I would still have a happy hello for, but I have retained only a few friends. But it's okay, because I made new friends at college, and they keep me going at school, and when I have life startling doubts or need a shoulder to cry on, or need to tell someone how beautiful it is outside and not have them shake their head at how weird I am, I have a few of those old friends.
I know you can get invested in people, but we have to learn that we can't take everyone with us, relationships will end, but it's okay, because we take what we learned from each person with us. And, okay, that sounded very deep and kinda cheesy, but I think it's true. Idk, go see Wicked if you can, all this stuff is in there.
But... the people who have been hurt and KNOW what she's done are forgiving her, and everyone else is so IGNORANT and... UGH! Yeah, my rage bottle is getting closer to the brim every week. *deep breath* Anyways, just so you know, you're not alone, and I know we don't know each other, but if you need to talk or vent, I'll lend an ear.
I THINK RELATIONSHIPS ARE JUST STRANGE THINGS.
Well, have a fantasmicgasmical day.
Now its my boyfriend that has to occasionally deal with my bursts of pent up frustration. I feel bad that it comes all at once because its so much worse, but at the same time I don't feel like my frustration is uncalled for.
Anyway! All that was to say that I know how you feel