I Wish You Well (Or At Least Another Friend)

How do you know when someone doesn’t want to be your friend anymore? I assume it’s when they stop calling, or when anytime you make an effort to call and make plans, they continually cancel on you. It doesn’t sadden me so much as it disappoints me, because I really hate having to regret all the nice things I’ve said about someone (in addition to all the money I spent to be in their wedding).

I suppose this was bound to happen eventually, what with their constant expression that my unwillingness to get married and my preference for being alone must be detrimental to my relationship and, by extension, apparently, theirs as well. Or maybe that’s not it. Maybe the issue is something else entirely, but of course I’ll never know because speaking to someone would require that they see you face-to-face at some point this year.

It should be noted that I’m not trying to get anyone’s attention here. For one, I’ve already tried that and they keep cancelling the plans. For two, the person(s) I’m speaking of don’t know this place exists, but even if they did, I doubt it would matter much at this point.

Like My Parents Said: I’m Not Mad, I’m Just Disappointed

Meet Me In the Morning, Bob Dylan
Twenty Miles, Deer Tick
I Know These Waters Well, Apex Manor
Big City, The Broken West
Life On Mars?, David Bowie
I Wish I Was Your Mother, Mott the Hoople
Halo the Harpoons, The Stills
As Long As You Like, The Golden Dogs
Kid On My Shoulders, White Rabbits
House Fire, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Nice Fox, The Rosebuds
Who Knows Who Cares, Local Natives
Please Ask For Help, Telekinesis
Trashcan, Delta Spirit
Razor Face, Elton John
Whipping Post, The Allman Brothers
The Weight, The Band
Downbound Train, Bruce Springsteen
The Man Who Could Speak True, Blitzen Trapper
Mountains of Steel, Stag
Lit Up, The National
Who Do I Think I Am?, Woods
Excuses, The Morning Benders
Dig Down Deep, Vandaveer

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About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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2 Responses to I Wish You Well (Or At Least Another Friend)

  1. That’s always a bummer; sorry. I went through several friends like that, and once I redifined the friendship myself (“So they’re not people I can count on anymore, but they’re fun to drink with,”) I felt a lot better about the situation.

    Also, I just realized that I was so busy on my trip that I never wished you a Happy Birthday. I had plans to call/text/facebook, but then we got pulled over and all I could think about was how much I hate Texas. Anyway, sorry. Happy birthday!

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