Today I feel like I’m going to simultaneously tear my hair out, throw up, go crazy, cry and climb to the top of the Hancock with a semi automatic.
My friend…my GIRLFRIEND (that so many of you think is so important for a woman like me to have) has decided to go off on a delightfully cryptic depressed episode and without any warning or time to pack, has dragged me right into it.
Flashback to last Tuesday when she said,
“I just want you to know, I have such fun with you. You really understand my sense of humor, I’m comfortable with you, I have a great time. Even if we’re doing nothing at all, it’s a blast! I think you’re my closest friend in Chicago.”
Wow! Nice! What a nice thing to say to me. I was so happy and kind of glowing with the knowledge that perhaps I had found a girl who was simple, honest and fun.
Wednesday…ONE DAY LATER…not even 24 hours. I get an email from her, two lines long:
don’t forget to make the arrangements for our trip
Hm. No greeting. No closure, no emoticons, no punctuation, no subect line even. And to make it better, I’ve been under the impression for, oh…about three months that the arrangements for our weekend away (in two weeks) were not only taken care of, but taken care of by her.
So I send an email back asking (politely, I may add) What’s up? From your short email, you sound a little down. Do I really still have to make arrangements? Let me know.
What follows is an undending lecture from her, pages long, out of nowhere, that she is not my bitch, and if I want to go on this trip, I need to fend for myself and if I expected her to do things for me I’ve got another thing coming and maybe I should quit being a fucking mooch and do one fucking thing for myself. She suggests that she’s never known someone as rude as I am for assuming that she would take care of the arrangements. She speculates that I’m using her, using her resources and that basically it’s a stupid thing for me to do. She decides that finally she’s realized why she hates being around people.
The closure? “Leave me alone for a while so I can think about it”
FLOORED
Totally floored. There was no interaction between us from “You’re my best friend” to “Leave me alone.”
I sent her an email back on Saturday (having left her alone), asking if everything was ok and that if I made her mad somehow I’d like to apologize. And if she wants to call and scream at me to feel free, since I’m completely in the dark on the issue.
I was near tears. I’m a totally non-combative person. I hate confrontation, I hate fighting, and if me saying I’m sorry even though I don’t know what I did will fix it, I’ll do it. I was quite literally nauseous for all of Saturday night, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. I went out with my other friends and they thought I was SICK.
No response all day Sunday.
Monday morning.
Haven’t heard back yet.
Mr. Jarbaby says with ‘best friends like her’ I don’t need enemies and I should tell her off. The thing is, the last time I told her what I really thought of her and how she treated me (because we’ve been through this before), she told me that she had ‘depression problems’ and that I would never understand it, and then she disappeared for six months. And I mean disappeared. Disconnected her phone, shut down email accounts, everything.
When she showed up again, she apologized for days, promised it would never happen again and all was back to normal. If it was depression, after all, she deserves another chance. It was over right?
And now, what the fuck? Could I please not be treated like a sounding board for your weirdo problems and nothing else? When I ask her what’s wrong or how she’s feeling she says that it’s none of my business or ‘no comment’. Literally. She’ll send me an email that simply says ‘no comment’. When I want to hear what’s bothering her, she will not offer it. When I tell her I want to help or that I’m thinking of her she says “whatever.” When we’re together we have fun. When she’s up, we have fun and mesh perfectly, but what the hell? I’m all for supporting someone in their time of need, but it’s like she doesn’t even want it.
I really really like her. We’ve had some nutty adventures in the three years we’ve known each other…but how much am I supposed to put up with? How long do I have to sit around and wait until she’s ready to be my friend again?
Christ!
This…my friends, is why I hang out with guys. In my twenty eight years of life I’ve never had a guy act so mysteriously and without explanation…ever.
jarbaby