Not a lot happening
Life hasn’t been all that adventureous for us this past week. I spend almost all my spare time, and time I don’t have to spare, playing the game The Sims Online, TSO for short. For those of you who have heard of The Sims, this is the online version of the game. I like to joke that it’s barbie chat, all those guys who had to play dolls with their sisters, either by force or desire, now have a game to use that skill. You get a character to play and you can just bum around having fun around the city or start up a house and provide a service for people to take part in. Every sim is connected to a living person, and since all the sims look good, personality counts for everything. I admit that to the disgust of my family, I’m hooked to the game. I have had it surgically strapped to my body and carry it everywhere with me. LOL. Not really, but very close. I have found alot of people who think and act like me so I fit in, for once. So lately that’s what I spend all my time doing.
The only other thing that I have done this week is finally tell my best friend that she’s not really my best friend. I have known her for 15 years, and after all this time, she doesn’t really know me very well. She’s the type of person that talks and talks about her life as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world, and if you dare try to speak about your own life, she either interrupts or disagrees with whatever you say. It may be that I’m the only one she does this with, but it’s gotten old.
The final straw was when she disagreed with me over a dance my kids’ school is going to have. I have been upset cause one of the other parents went and got another Dj for it, after I thought it was arranged that I would Dj the dance. To say the least I have felt betrayed and rejected. And to have her sit there and totally get negative on me, when if the positions were reversed she’d be livid, was just too much. I snapped at her that she always has to disagree with me and shortly after that she and her kids went home. The next day she comes over and wants an explaination why I’m jumping all over her cause she’s eight months pregnant and can’t handle the aggravation. I told her that I didn’t appreciate having a friend who didn’t care for my opinion. For whom I was always wrong. And, even though I loved her dearly, I was tired of listening to her talk about her life all the time and knowing that she didn’t care one bit about mine.
To say the least she was offended, she went on about how she just doesn’t understand me. Which isn’t hard to understand since she never listens to me. I know that when she has other people to hang around, that she will only come to my house if they are not available. I know that she seems to think my life is pathetic in some way and I sometimes feel as if she comes over so she can feel better about herself by comparison. Word to the wise. NEVER pity someone who doesn’t envy your life in any way, shape, or form. When she is feeling bad, she comes to me, I do not go to her when I feel bad. I’m her babysitter, free babysitter at that. If I’m home, she can drop by and get instant babysitting from me if it’s necessary. I’M ALWAYS THERE. I have never required of her what she has required of me. I wouldn’t trade lives with her for anything. She has done things which have only hurt her in the long run, and maybe that is part of our problem. I have often never approved of what she has chosen to do. And since she and my hubby tell me that I have a forcefull personality, I may have made her feel inadequate.
Of that I would apologize. I’m not perfect, there are things that my friend does better then I, and I recognize that she has things that she can teach me. However, for her I’m always wrong and my opinions don’t matter. If she decides that she no longer wants to be friends with me, then that is her decision. Four years ago she came back into my life of her own accord after I stopped talking to her for three years after a stunt she pulled in front of my husband and mother. If she decides to leave, it must again be of her own accord.
Oh well…I’m tired of feeling betrayed by the people I consider my friends.
