I hate a lot of things.
I hate that moment when you wake up on a Monday morning, and suddenly realize you were supposed to be at work thirty minutes ago, and now you’re rushing out the door without a shower and coffee. I hate what some people decide to share on facebook. (I don’t really care to see you giving birth.) I hate when others don’t appreciate proper punctuation. I hate that I cannot seem to get rid of this writer’s funk that I’ve caught…for the past eight months.
But, reader, do you know what really has me up in arms? When friends begin romantic relationships. (And yes, I do realize my last post was about my lack of friends, but I do have a few back in Florida!) It’s not because I’m bitter or jealous or hateful that they have a special someone. (I’m, like, so content with my two cats.) It’s irksome because I know what happens next.
I get dumped.
Our friendship is suddenly placed on the back burner. After all, he is the one with the good looks, charming ways, and infectious personality. Why would he not be placed upon a pedestal? I can only give so much to our friendship,
so it only makes sense.
But I am not ranting solely about my friends’ behavior. I’m clearly guilty myself of falling off the face of the earth when in a relationship. I decided to stay in Tampa to go to college because of a boyfriend. I missed out on a lot of high school events (not that I truly care now) because of that same boyfriend. I lost contact with quite a few friends because of another boyfriend and when he dumped me, I was alone. And now, I have this fear going into my next relationship that I will be that friend again. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I want to still have my life and him have his. I don’t want to be the annoying couple and have my facebook profile picture album filled with just pictures of him and me. (You all know that couple.)
Yet why does this perpetually happen?
Women seem to be guilty of this act more. Of course I do know of a few men, too. But for some reason we build our world around him. Our Friday night plans will be arranged after we know what he is doing. His friends are now our friends. Our goals and dreams are set aside. (I know we, like, all remember that moment Lauren Conrad chose to live with Jason instead of taking the internship in Paris. Silly girl.) Whereas he is doing the exact same things he did before she came around. His world is built around himself too, not just her. If he initially made plans with his friends, but his girlfriend invited him to do something else, he doesn’t cancel his original plans.
Bravo, men, bravo! You are doing something right.
But inevitably when he does break up with her, she will return to us, her safety blanket. We take her back with open arms. We don’t question where she has been all this time. We aren’t mad or upset with her. Rather, we mend her broken heart, and are just happy to have her back until the next suitor comes along.