Yeah yeah… I’m in a bad mood. And I probably dropped a bunch of displaced anger on this guy because I’m dealing with a full-on Narcissistic Personality Disorder jerkface for a few more weeks. But I mean it – when you end a friendship, if it ever had anything real to it, you say something to the other person. Say goodbye, for chrissakes. If you don’t, then you’re chickenshit. Sorry, no other word for it. Chickenshit.
I met him at the bar; he was a friend of my friends, & seemed pleasant enough. We friended each other on Facebook. This guy is in one of those relationships where the girlfriend sounds (based on his description) nuts, & he talked to me about it several times. We had long conversations about it. I shared some of my personal issues – some family difficulties I was working through at the time – because there were some parallels (both involved crazy chicks). I thought we were friends. But you know… Facebook friends, like bar friends, don’t necessarily mean real friendship. And being unfriended on Facebook shouldn’t be a big deal. But screw it, I’m having a bad week. I’m allowed to get mad about something if I want to.