Wednesday, April 13, 2005
There are friends whom you keep no matter what (like the person I was referring to in my last entry), and there are people whom you considered to be your friends for a time, but the longer you know them, the more you wonder how in the world you became friends in the first place.
There is this person whom let's just say makes we want to pull my own hair everytime we come into contact.
I only hear from this girl whenever she has a favor, never mind that her "favors" are such a big hassle that you have to drop the things you are doing just to be able to accommodate her. (By the way, I would be a lot more understanding if her favors are really important. Maybe it's just me, but when you ask to come over with two of your friends I don't even like just to be able to watch a certain late-night TV show that you "just can't miss" because if you go homw, you won't be allowed to go out and party anymore on a night when I need to sleep early because I have to be at work by 6am, it doesn't exactly qualify as "a matter of life and death.")
I have never met anyone who is more self-absorbed than her. She has a grand illusion that the world stops revolving when she has something to say, and that when she animatedly recounts all her worldly (and I only use the word "worldly" because I do not want any obscene words in my blog) escapades, we are actually interested. She is oblivious to the fact that we have more important things to do than be on the receiving end of such idle, self-gratifying blabber. It is absolutely exhausting being around her, for the simple reason that she doesn't stop talking about herself, with obviously no genuine interest for anything that does not involve her.
A friend and I were talking about this, bewildered by what she has become. In just a few years, she has morphed from a magnetic free spirit into Malibu Barbie-meets-Narcissus. The concepts of maturity, consideration and responsibility are all lost on her.
The thing that bothers me the most about her, though, is the that she isn't a person you would love to hate. In fact, she is a sweetheart, and although I would rather undergo a root canal than spend an hour with her, the guilt of having these thoughts always creep up behind me. I made friends with her once upon a time, and I hate having to question when, how or why.
My dear, who are you and what the heck have you done with my friend?
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