Friend or Foe?

I have always had the worst luck with friends. Sure, I can make them, but it’s keeping them that’s the problem. I mean, I put forth the effort to try and keep in touch when life pulls us in different directions, but at some point I just have to throw up my hands and say enough is enough!

Oh, and facebook friends TOTALLY do not count. Facebook is a stupid invention which, admittedly I use to keep in touch with people, but it’s making it so that NOTHING is private anymore…

Anyways, a case a point towards my friend problems.

Growing up I had a best friend, let’s call her C. I mean, we were friends from when we were potty training because we went to the same babysitter and everything. Granted, we hated each other at first (I suppose I was a bully… I don’t know, I don’t remember) but we became friends after C bit me on the nose. Keep in mind that we were two at this point and both only children so sharing and caring weren’t that high on our priority lists. So fast forward a few years, five give or take, and I’m forced to move across province by my parents. After that, I would visit her, she would sometimes visit me when her parents went on camping vacations in the area, and all was good. Until high school. After that I don’t know what happened. We would message on MSN or e-mail but eventually that happened less and less until it stopped. We met up once since university… no, wait, twice since I ran into her in Bulk Barn, but that’s it. I’ve also since messaged her to see if she wanted to grab coffee and catch up on all the lost years but I never get responses.

This isn’t the first time that this has happened. A lot of them have been because one of us moved on or away and naturally drifted apart – only to still be connected through the evil Facebook – but lately it’s been happening more and more. Honestly, it’s starting to drain me.

I think what really pisses me off is the fact that people can’t take two seconds to text a response. Or return a phone call. Or a, sadly, Facebook message. I mean, is it really that hard?

In those cases I know that I’m not the one to blame. I just wish that all friendships were as easy as mine is with my friend R. We can not talk for a month but we know that everything’s fine. Whereas with almost all my other friendships it makes me feel as though they’re mad at me or something.

I don’t know, maybe I’m being a big baby. But it still hurts. I guess I just want to know why no one seems to care anymore because I’m tired of being the only one who does.

A Horrible Person

I know that this sounds stupid, but I never want to marry/have kids with someone who is fat. That being said, I have absolutely nothing against people who tend to inch towards the pleasantly plump side of life, but since my family runs rampant with obesity (thankfully I'm not, though I wish I were a lot less weighty) I don't want my future non-existent kids to have to deal with it.

Honestly, to each his own, but I don't want my kid to be the fat one in the class who gets made fun of all the time because of it. The only positive thing that would come from it would be that they would develop some sort of personality; hopefully a nice one.

The entire thing that got me thinking about this was seeing pictures of one of my male (egotistical, unclassy, disgusting, racist, bottom-layer-of-hell) cousin and his equally disgusting girlfriend. Please note that said girlfriend used to be considered one of my best friends... but you all know how that ended. Anyways, seeing them together in sickening, and poorly composed, pictures got me thinking; what would their kids look like? Because, let's face it, neither of them are smart enough to avoid getting knocked up for much longer.

To cut out the middle-man, their kids are going to be ugly and SUPER, I mean morbidly, obese. They're not even going to be cute as kids because, honestly, neither of them are attractive either.

I know what you think; that I'm being jealous of something and taking it out this way. Honestly, I'm not. I wouldn't ever want a relationship like they have, nor would I want to date someone like that - familial relations aside. Sure, I wouldn't mind having an intellectual, respectful boyfriend but I'm not going to just throw myself out there at anything with a penis.

Anyways, their kids are going to be hideous. And fat. hence why I want to procreate with someone who has little body fat and a clean family bill of health.

I just wanted to get that off my chest.