It’s a morning post. Well actually it’s 11:13am, but that’s morning enough. It’s one of those early April days where the temperature is in the sixties for the first time in a long time. I’m at a café, procrastinating. Waiting for the coffee peddler to come back from break. I’ve got lots to remember. A lot coming up. A friend texted me this morning to ask if I could walk by her apartment and pick up a package that Amazon left outside by the garbage bins. I walked by. It wasn’t there. I told her I don’t see it. She didn’t answer. Maybe I’m a bad friend but I’d rather be a bad friend than the friend people rely on to do random, menial shit for them without any acknowledgment.
She has plenty of other, better friends. Friends who will express their frustration and stick around rather than pack up and move on without saying a word.
I’d say I feel drained by 70% of my friendships and nurtured by 30%. However, the problem may certainly be me.