I realize that by writing this post, I’m doing the same thing I’m upset with my friend about. But write it I shall.
There comes a time in our lives when someone says to us something so crazy and out-of-pocket that we have to check with our girls or our homeboys to make sure WE’RE not crazy. A few weeks ago, I jokingly told an acquaintance that I needed him to find me a date for me for my birthday. After some hemming and hawing, he said something akin to, “You know guys your age are shallow, so you’re going to have to lose some weight, right?” Uh-uhr??? Now, admittedly, when he first said it, I just rolled with it. But after I was able to sit back and marinate on what he said, I got angry. If you think I should lose weight, it should be in regards to my health, not so I can get a man. (I think I’ve mentioned here before that “overweight” girls get married, too.)
As any red-blooded American woman does, I went to my girls. And everyone agreed with me and thought I was crazy for not putting ol’ boy in his place.
So imagine my surprise when about a week later, a friend mentioned what I told her (with incorrect facts) on social media under the guise of “pillow talk” she had with her husband and funny responses he has. Yeah, needless to say, I was a little pissed. I point blank asked her if she was talking about me. She responded with, “No, I’m talking about *insert husband’s name*.” -___- (Oh, we’re playing this game.) “Obviously”, I responded. “But the girl-that’s me, right?” After about 30 minutes, she called, apologized and asked if I wanted her to take it down. My response? “Don’t take it down because of me; take it down based on how you feel.” Let’s just say she must have felt pretty darn good because it never came down.
I say all this to say, I totally understand how social media networks can mess up friendships. Although my friend asked me to call her back (I was on my way to dinner), I haven’t talked to her since.
I admit there have been times when my friends have said off the wall stuff, and I’ve SO wanted to share it on Facebook or Twitter, but I don’t. Why? Because I value my friendships with people and am concerned that they would see it.
So, yes, I’m still angry…and bitter. And even though this is Birthday Week and everything this week was supposed to be related to birthdays, I couldn’t think of anything. And I’ve been wanting to write about this for awhile. Maybe when Birthday Week is over, I’ll give her a call…maybe.
Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.
P.S. I haven’t talked to my male acquaintance, either. He didn’t even get an invite to the birthday soiree.
- After Bitterness, What Comes Next? (impromptuthoughts.wordpress.com)