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What do you get when you fall in friendship?
To put it in metaphorical terms; you contract a severely dangerous disease that remains silent until the immune system weakens. The translation of this metaphor: All of the secrets and reliablity suddenly reveal themselves when bonds are broken/ a fight begins.
However, I [ Corinne ], am no longer trusted by any of my friends; except for Master, perhaps. I have apparently become a nuesense. An annoying aparatus; one of which I can not help being. I simply care too much [ I highly doubt that ]. Oh how I wish I could tell all of whom I aquaint myself with that everything is their fault; the reason to my maddness, the reason why I try to help, the reasons can continue on.
For instance; a friend of mine [ Kid A ] has recently gotten so deep in trouble that they are grounded until summer's end. Another friend [ Kid B ], who happens to be best friends with the troublesome friend of mine, makes it quite clear to the other that they are unhappy with Kid A's recent actions [ seemingly, Kid A changes their personality when around Kid B. Kid B doesn't like the change in Kid A and states that Kid A can not fit into both 'cliques' they are presently involved in ].
[[ First of all; since when do we have 'cliques'? I thought only short novels on rich prep school girls were where these groups exsisted. I thought wrong, I suppose. ]]
While Kid A and Kid B continue further in their arguent, Kid B ends up referring Kid A as 'schizophrenic.'
Now, kiddos, I will not tolerate this kind of name calling. It is wrong to state that someone has a serious mental disorder; especially in a stupid elementary situation as this. Ofcourse I must step in and say something; however I am not rude about it. I figured the safe thing to do was ask Kid B's side of the story; telling them they could talk to me. I also requested them, ever so politely, to not use references to mental disorders.
As for the response...well. I don't care how angry or upset you are over your dying friendship. You do not tell me to '*u*k off' after I tried to help. Obviously I exploded on Kid B; who tried to prove me wrong about the schizophrenia by reciting the definition of the disease from a dictionary. A dictionary! Well, my dear friend, you must be under educated if you didn't know the general meaning of schizophrenia in the first place. Oh, but alas, I am the wrong one. I am always wrong about everything. I am also annoying because I get myself into other being's business. Oh dear lord; sue me.
I could have made the point that Kid B was being hypocritical; though I didn't feel like having to explain it to them nearly fourty-times over again. I stuck with; Kid A told me their side of the story; I want to hear yours. I don't pick sides. Kid B continues on their path of reckless destruction of friendship and states that she obviously didn't want my help and that Kid A doesn't even like me and that they already knew I was going to converse with Master about this situation. What a predicament they made.
I suppose this story is rather long and boring; it is to me- seeing as this happens between Kid B and I every other month. If she was as intelligent as she claims, she would have realized that I am not the one to piss off.
Before I conclude this entry; I would like to quote a bit of the argument I thought was clever of me to say;
[ A brief summary of what I say ] Corinne: I suppose I am annoying because I actually do care about the stupid situations you get yourself into. Schizophrenia was the wrong term to use. You are wrong about my feelings for my ex boyfriend. And I know that you don't just 'hear' that I get myself into other people's business as a way of attention; you talk behind my back all of the time, which is normal.
[ rather sarcastically ] Kid B: okay, Cori, you're right.
Corinne: Don't pull that 'you're right' sh*t. That's just schizophrenic.
I thought I ended the argument quite well; I went to bed afterwards.
The moral of this story is to not blow things out of proportion; it get you no where and you lose friends along the way. Stay calm in situations, like you would if a shark were to circle around you- no matter how much you want to freak out; just keep your mouth shut.
To be a good friend is to shrug off the stupid things your other friends do; depending on how stupid the situation is. Some things deserve a talking to; but do not- I repeat do not- freak out like Kid B did. If you continue life being a bitch; no one will come to your wedding, funeral, or any other major life event.
Fin.
Corinne Taborez.
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Posted by touchofninja on 2008-07-24 20:56:46 | Rating: | Views: 70
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Your bisexual wedding!!!!! Don't judge me little twit, are you bisexual to get attention at school. Is this the newest fad?
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Posted by smvandiv
on 2008-09-01 08:52:35
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What the hell are you talking about?
Leave me alone; and while you're at it- grow up.
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Posted by touchofninja
on 2008-09-03 18:11:35
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