You Want Me At Your Baby Shower?
August 19th, 2008 by fruitloop(Sorry for butting in on your post, but I just wanted to let everyone reading this know that the site is now for sale.. Please see my post on the front page about this… Toodles, your pal, Nutcase)
What the fuck is it? Let’s fucking pester Fruitloop week? For fuck’s sake, if you’re not my FRIEND, don’t ask me to do something for you whenever it suits you. Just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
FRIEND: noun
- a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard
- a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter
- a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostileACQUAINTANCE: noun
- a person known to one, but usually not a close friend.
An acquaintance is someone recognized by sight or someone known, though not intimately: a casual acquaintance. A friend is a person with whom one is on intimate terms and for whom one feels a warm affection.
See the fucking difference? OK. Let’s move on.
I got a card in the mail today inviting me to a baby shower. It’s being held in a church. Oh, you know I just can’t stand it. I think I just peed a little because I’m so excited to go to this!
NOT. Ok.. We’ll call the knocked up chick Sally. I’ve casually known her for 4 years. Her brand new husband - we’ll call him Brad - has been friends with Wingnut, my husband, since high school or thereabouts.
In 4 years, we’ve hung out with Brad and Sally maybe 2 dozen times. They’re busy, we’re busy, shit happens. In those meetings, I’ve been friendly and nice to her. She’s been cool and has basically ignored me unless asked a direct question. She has never once called me. She has never once talked to me on her own initiative.
We were not invited to their shotgun wedding. (Thank IMITS… I hate weddings) but Wingnut was invited to the bachelor party. If there was a bachelorette party, ol Fruitloop was left out. Not that I care. I don’t feel the need to hang out with people who won’t acknowledge my presence.
So! What the fuck makes these people feel that I want to go to her damned baby shower to ooh and ahh over all the stupid gifts and play stupid games and shit? And what? I have to pretend that she likes me? Or more importantly, that I like her? Fuck that monkey shit.
It does say where she’s registered so I can spend my hard earned money on a gift that she won’t even appreciate. Um, no fucking thank you. What kind of nerve does it take to invite me to this thing?
Even if I liked her, I wouldn’t want to go. But I don’t. Wingnut thinks I should go. Well fuck that shit too. He can get into a nice church dress and put on a wig and go in my fucking place. It will take JESUS HIS BADASS SELF to DRAG me there with 12 dozen horses from the Apocalypse to get me through those church doors.
Let me just say this:
If you’re my friend, I’ll do just about anything for you. I’m a very good friend. Ask me for help. If I can do it, I’m there. (Don’t ask me to help you move though. That’s pushing it. Get some fucking movers you lazy fuck)
If you are my acquaintance, then don’t ask for favors. You and I have made it clear that we’re never going to call each other to hang out, to be there for each other when times are tough, to laugh together when everything is great. I don’t give a fuck about you. You don’t give a fuck about me. Invite someone who you are friends with. Oh, you only have 2 decent real friends to invite? TOUGH SHIT. That means that you’re probably an asshole bitch. BE NICER TO PEOPLE.
END OF FUCKING STORY.
I have the same deal with my fiance. I’m nice to HIS friends, these people I realized are not my friends. I’ll call these rude assholes, Kathy and Buddy. Buddy’s ok, some of the time. We actually talk, and he’ll ask how I’m doing. 10% of the time, 90% of the time I’m invisible. But Kathy is a bitch. She’ll flirt with my other half. But I’m invisible. I was there when her and Buddy had problems. She seemed to be grateful. But when things went back to normal for those two. Poof I was invisible again. I’m only their friend when it suits them. Shoulder to cry on, web info, helping with myspace….
Hey Colleen, that sucks, doesn’t it? I wouldn’t be very nice to them if I were you. They sound like fucking assholes. Tell them to call a friend. Oh right, they don’t have any! SNAP!