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Just a general bitch about the "friends" that one seems to lose when they quit drinking. I decided to quit this past year because I felt it was really killing my health, my bank account and my emotional well being. I was able to do it, completely cold turkey after 15 years of hard drinking, and was pretty proud of myself for that.
Whenever I told people that I had quit drinking, it felt as if they had written me off entirely. I didn't hear from them again. Furthermore, if I did ever meet up with them it would be “Oh come on let’s just go out for one drink, it won’t kill you" or “Would you be comfortable in a bar?” Like, there's more to life than obliterating yourself with alcohol, despite what alcohol companies wants you to think. Since excising these people from my life, I've been living a lonely, albeit somewhat happier life. Still happy for my decision. — Cheers Without Beers
Try just once starting a sentence without the use of your favourite word “I.” You speak almost always about yourself, your toys, your work, your beliefs about yourself, etc. We’re proud of you, we’re glad your doing well but man, for the love of all decent things, stop talking about yourself. No one wants to hear the details of your daily routine at work because the stories are always the same. Someone is an idiot and you saved the day. You’re so great, good at your job, blah, blah, blah. It’s work. And it’s boring. You interrupt, talk over, and generally go on about yourself constantly. When you do stop speaking about yourself, you don’t listen to anyone else in the group who has the floor. You turn to your roommate, you check your phone, you watch TV, play vids, but you don’t listen to anyone else. We get it. You’re proud of yourself. We’re proud of you but please stop the endless self-promotion. You sound like a conceited dick most of the time and people are bored with you as a topic of conversation. —With Love
You: super friendly, overly helpful and seemingly friends with everyone. The ability for people to not see past the facade is astounding. Too bad they couldn't witness your bad mouthing then they would know the difference and the qualities of a genuine human being. —Gobsmacked and Aware
Please stop texting me the question, "How are you feeling?" I'm four months into chemo, how the fuck do you think I'm feeling? Surely, you can at least begin to imagine that I'm not feeling well—that every day is a physical and existential struggle. Bless your little oblivious heart. What you could possibly be looking to achieve with this caliber of selfish, meat-headed question? Perhaps, making yourself feel you've done your daily good deed when you read my canned, fabricated-to-help-you-manage-your-emotions response OR that you want me to spend what little time and energy I have pecking out the details of just how shitty I'm feeling. Again, and again. Neither one of these shows investment in my wellbeing. I'm glad you haven't had cancer. I hope you never do. Here's the thing though: People that truly want to provide support don't fire off a daily, earmarking, obligation-to-respond-inducing text, they actually show up IRL and are willing to go to places that are uncomfortable. Now you know how I'm feeling. —Sicko
I am so tired of being treated like a monster for being a good person. When we let you move into our tiny apartment, it was a squeeze...but we opened our lives to you because you had nowhere else to go. Guess dating that drug dealer was a bad idea, huh? When you freaked out and invited the cops in to the apartment while I was in the shower, they ignored my vaporizer... so I forgave you about that. When you started having your 'man-friend' over 5 nights a week, I lasted two weeks before I had a tearful meltdown and explained we'd rather you didn't have guests into the tiny apartment without running it by your roommates first. I even explained how, since you aren't on the lease, I had had to fight the landlord just to get permission to stay. Then you brought an alley cat in, without asking again... I even gave you food and flea treatments for her, which you never paid me back for. Recently, after you met some rando at a bar, you decided to have him over even though you told me the day before that you didn't want him to know where you live... and again, without mentioning it first or asking permission from your roommates. Wasn't driving me to tears the first time making things clear??? Oh and lets not forget how you tried to hook up with my family member the first time you met him...Enough is enough. I'm tired of you and your generation's entitled, selfish, ignorant attitude. You hog my gaming bandwidth while you watch your shows on the laptop I fixed and my boyfriend gave you. You leave your burnt pans on the counter daily. You use about six glasses every night, and you've broken more of my kitchen ware and keepsakes than I have in the 20 years I've had them...and you never offered to replace anything until I mentioned it to you numerous times. Not that soulless generic beer glasses can replace the collection of mugs given me by various friends over the years, including people that aren't with us on this earth anymore, or the kitchen ware I've collected from opposite ends of the earth... You just last week broke the coffee bodum and just pretended like you didn't notice. One more thing I have to pay for... Oh, and whenever I mention the time you borrowed my blackhead extractor without asking to friends, they actually retch with disgust! Have you no limits?
You're frequently late on your rent, and you even complained you felt it was too much recently, even though I charge you only a flat third of the rent and bills! You said you're tired of my mess in the living area... the same stuff I had to put in bins to clear my storage room so you could stay in it. I respect your privacy to the point where I wouldn't even knock on your door when it's closed...but you have zero respect for mine, and I've lived on my own for 20 years, unlike you you spoiled, entitled little brat!!! I knew better than to let you move in, but I did it for the love of my wonderful kindhearted boyfriend. I'm done now though, and you can think I'm a big mean asshole all you like! Enjoy it, you’ve crossed the line so many times I feel nothing but happiness that you're finally leaving! Learn some respect!!! Although that might be a tall order for such a dumb self-absorbed jerk. Peace! —A Big Dumb Pushover
So, you and your friend are walking toward me on the same sidewalk. As the space between us grows smaller, I realize you aren't moving, so I decide to step to the side...in the wet grass...and mud. My jacket sleeve brushes up against your arm and you yell, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Did you forget your happy pill this morning? Bad time of the month? Wtf? When I was a little wee lad, walking two abreast with my mom, she taught me to move over when someone was approaching. Did your mom forget to teach you that? Were you not paying attention if she did? Or, maybe you just plain 'ol don't give a fuck? That would be my guess. Either way, don't be surprised if you end up on your arse next time, 'cause I'll be damned if I move for you again. — Three's A Bitch
Being social awkward makes it hard to make friends, then the few you have don't stick around. What am I doing wrong? —Lonely