This is fun. I like bloggin at work.
I like the fact that "blog" is a word/verb that didn't exist when I was 15 years old. My parents didn't blog. Your parents didn't blog. My mom thinks it's a kind of dance. Crazy, funny = Ma.
A "good" (?) friend came over last night, which was unexpected. Let me tell you why I put a question mark there, in a handy list. (which, yes, I like).
1. The last 5 times this friend has made plans with me, she's bailed. Hard. Without notice, no call. If I didn't have so much faith in her survival skills, I may have actually been worried.
2. This person has made it extermely clear that she will ditch plans with me at the drop of a hat for a very specifc other friend. By the way, the other friend hates me.
3. This person seems to only want to be friends with me when she needs/wants something. (last night it was for internet/new ipod stuffs and the food network).
4. She ignored my calls/ texts for so long that it was almost as if her phone were out of service.
5. She has made it clear that she still does not approve of my boyfriend and I dating. No longer showing her disapproval with words (at my request) she prefers to roll her eyes and scrinch up her nose like she smells a fart. I think the only thing that stinks is her attitude.
6. She recently fucked my ex-boyfriend, who's also her ex- ex-ex boyfriend, while he had a girlfriend thinking it would go somewhere. And she wants to talk about it ALL THE TIME. With me. Not that I mind the girl talk, but there's something fishy here. Like she needs my approval. And it's weird that she would want to talk to me about it. At least I know my opinion matters to her, even if she makes me feel as if I don't matter sometimes. And, it's nice to catch her by surprize with my "coolness" on the subject. Yes, when it comes to these matters I am oh, so, cool.
So yesterday I get a call asking if she can come over. I've been pissed at her lately, and straight-shooting I didn't want to see her at all. But the softie in me that hates negative shit, and misses her friend did not want to say no. So I said "come on over". Then I made a $5 bet that she wouldn't show. I guess I'm happy I lost?
I sat at home, not getting my hopes up in any fashion. I was surprised when the bell rang at 9:30. I had already written her off.
True to "girl rules" form, she brought wine, pot, and chocolate. Wine, pot and chocolate. A girl's subtle way of saying "I'm sorry". And more importantly, "Don't be mad at me."
So there I was. Home. Stoned as shit. Sitting in front of the tv with a girl who's guilty conscience has brought me treats. Truthfully, she clearly felt bad. It was obvious, but I had a feeling an apology was not on her to do list. Instead, she wanted to see if I was angry. Mad. Sad. Depressed. Jealous etc. She kept watching me, waiting for me to react. I guess I was stand-offish at first. No one wants a pity party.
She clearly felt bad. Her normal self was gone evidenced by the lack of brazen commentary and against the wall questions. She avoided topics, skewed stories, recounted hypothetical situations in which friends forgive other friends for doing the same thing she did to me, and blah blah blah.
Basically, she came in with her tail between her legs and was hoping that I would be the bigger one and forgive her before she apologized.
Well, Fuck that. . .I was tired, stoned, and missing my muffin. Luckily, I wasn't in the mood to be bitchy about it either. She had, afterall, followed girl rules. I can play by girl rules too.
I drank all her wine very quickly, then talked about how happy my relationship made me, what friends I've seen lately (surprisingly many comparitively), where I think I'm going in life, and babies. Yes, I went there. I went to baby town. Why? Because I could. Because it is more possible in my situation than in hers at this moment. Because it makes her feel bad. Because that's what girls do. They make each other feel BAD.
I didn't say that girl rules made any sense. They are anti-logic and purely based on emotion and social prowress. And revenge.
I talked about weddings, moves, bridesmaids, great sex, feelings, massages, showers, bleeding (rather unconventional acceptance of bleeding) and tea.
She seemed really happy about all of this.
For the second day in a row, I won.
So, having played by girl rules do I feel any better? A little. I feel better enough to hang out later again maybe later. But for the next little while, I hope she's not expectng me to call, EXCEPT to get all the stuff she's borrowed. It takes a lot of repeated badness to get on my bad side. And it takes just as much goodness to dig out. Apparently.
Nasty, ooooooo....
Nasty Girls.
