I have a lot of bile to spew out lately, but I’ll to restrain myself at least somewhat.  I’m going to focus on  a big pet peeve in my life. I’m pretty disgusted with people who seem to want to be my friend for whatever reason and truthfully don’t even like me.

Life is short- why befriend people you don’t like? I’m not saying that these people have to declare me their sworn enemy because it wouldn’t be worth the effort. Some people click and some people don’t.

In my day, I’ve had a couple of frenemies like this and I really have to wonder why they even bother. I can tell they don’t like me- they don’t even pretend to understand my humor, they mock me when my hair is not quite correct, and in general offer me what I like to call a rude-tude. Yet if they need someone to talk to, somehow my name comes up. That’s all fine and dandy, but friendship is a two-way street. If they  genuinely liked me, I might be more inclined to invest energy into the friendships and try to fix the problems, but it really doesn’t seem worth the effort.

I seriously have a question for them: why bother pretending to be my friend? I’m not cool enough for you to get any bonus points for being my friend, when I give you my honest opinion about life or what I think, you ignore it in favor of your own twisted version of events and you truthfully don’t enjoy my company. Whenever anyone else cooler is around, that person then becomes all that much more important and it’s not a nice feeling. I’m also not impressed with your competitive nature- if you truthfully feel like that is your niche, take a job in corporate America or find an Olympic sport. (Competitive bitchiness at this particular point in time isn’t an Olympic sport and won’t win you any awards with anyone over the age of fourteen.)

If you are feeling lonely and like you need to branch out, try thinking about who you really like and vice versa and why.  Or, if you really want to be my friend, try being nice to me for a change- just because I’m usually a friendly person to people doesn’t make me stupid or oblivious to your hidden motivations- in fact, I would say it’s quite the opposite.