Friday, November 04, 2011

I'm a touch sensitive

I wasn’t in a great place on Wednesday night.

And then I got an innocuous email from Colleen.

Hey!

Just wanted to rsvp for my mom and me.

Hope all is well!


And it totally set me off.

Yes, I was already a wreck. Yes, she meant absolutely nothing by the email. Yes, I’m being overly sensitive.

But I don’t care. It pissed me off and I’m going to be pissed off about it.*

Hope all is well? Bite me, Colleen. Darren is dead and if you were the friend who you used to be – the friend who hung out with me and Darren on many, many occasions – I would have called to tell you. Because that’s what you do with your closest friends: call them when you’re upset and when you’re scared and when you’re not quite sure how to feel. And I would have told you about my car accident. And my impending move. And about how hard it was when The Coach left. And all of the quirky things that my hyper new boss does.

All is not well, Colleen. And I wish that we were still friends so that I could tell you about it.

And thanks for asking if I needed any help with the shower, too. I really appreciate it.

*But I’m only allowed to be pissed off about it for the next week. Because the shower is a week from Sunday and I am just going to have to drop the grudge, put a smile on my face and get over myself. Awkward is most definitely not invited to the baby shower.

3 comments:

Mrs. Architect said...

I see nothing wrong with how you feel toward her. I think you're a pretty good person for still keeping her in your life at this point. I'm not as patient as you.

Teagan B. Sawyer said...

Seriously...seriously...I'm annoyed because I feel sensitive for you. I don't know how you handle all this with such poise and grace.

Anonymous said...

I understand how you keep Colleen in your life even though it is a lop-sided friendship. I have one of those friendships. I think she has true, clinical depression and struggles to keep contact with people. My friend struggles and I realized just how hard severe depression is compared to everyday blues. I admire that you haven't totally abandoned her. Ps sorry about your friend Darren :(

 
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