TO AN OFF-BOARD FRIEND –
Parties are things you do for fun, not because you think you’ll be able to make some money off your friends. Parties do not require said friends to dutifully sit through a song and dance about the thrilling fabulousness of kitchenware, jewelry, lingerie, or scrapbooks. If I want to drink wine and buy shit, I’ll stay at home and watch QVC.
That said, I don’t mind if every other woman (and man, for that matter) holds this type of gathering – hell, have five a night. No skin off my nose. But I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect you to see that this may not be everyone’s idea of a good time.
So what really frosts my shorts is not that you’re having a crapware party, but that you have the fucking gall to be pissed at me for declining to attend – as if I’m not a true friend unless I buy at least a set of cheap steak knives.
Yes, I could have gone to give you “moral support,” except I don’t support you on this – I think these “parties” are boring as shit and I dislike the implied pressure on people you’re supposed to care about to buy stuff they may not want or need. “But so few people are coming” – yeah, no shit. See “boring” and “pressure,” above.
I’m sorry that your idea of friendship includes unequivocal approval of everything you do, and participate in something I just flat-out do not want to do. I guess that means I’m not a good friend to you. Well, your hissy fit is sure as hell making me wonder what kind of friend you are to me.
And that’s another reason to hate these stupid “parties.”