not so crazy about her anymore
12:05 a.m. | 2006-01-03
You know it's winter break when you wake up at the sound of the phone ringing, and it's 1:30 in the afternoon. I managed to get something done before I had to be at work. I am feel horrible that I never completed what was supposed to be a simple project of crocheting my nephew a baby blanket. I had to go for the super-duper easy baby blanket instead of the completely gorgeous and somewhat complex blanket I started 3 months ago. That costed more money, which I really dont have but spent anyway.
It's funny, yesterday when I was trying to write in here, I had the neat thing going in my head. I ended up not writing it since I stopped and checked the spelling (I know, I never do that, but wait it gets better), and while there were very few corrections to be made (stop laughing, Im not lying) it was so cliche with the "New Year's resolution" theme, I erased it and went to bed. This was around 1:30 am. I just got off from work, and as not quite so pissed as I am (I would be angry that my feet are bruised and I smell and I really hate that I busted my ass and the store still looked like shit) I still had to write in here about how tired of Gina I am.
So you know how I decided to limit my contact with her since the pet sitting ordeal. Well I ended up pet sitting again. I said I would check on her neighbor's cats (that she had promised to watch at her house) while Gina went to New Orleans for New Year's. I told her that I checked on the animals twice (I only did it once, and I didnt bother to clean up the mess that they made in her kitchen) and she called me before I went to work to ask where her spare key was, where the cat food went, and why the cats were still at her house. I told her that her neighbor stopped by to pick up the spare key when I was at work yesterday, that I only fed the cats the food that was placed out by their food bowls like she told me to the week before, and that I dont know why the cats are still at her house.
She sounded pissed and eventually hung up. I get home now, and there is a message on my machine with her apologizing for being a witch earlier. I think I am through with her. Besides the fact that when we are together, most of the conversation is about her (god forbid that she asked about me and my life, not that anything is going on, but it wouldnt hurt to ask once in a while)and everytime I would like to do something, it becomes this production that has half of her family involved or her neighbor, and then they just run the show from there. I have nothing to say to either her family or her neighbor, (who I loathe by the way) and then I really have nothing to say to her because on two occasions she called and asked me to pet sit the day before she had to leave.
It's hard for me to draw the line between what friends are suppose to do, and when people are being manipulative. For the past month, I havent really gotten anything from her, and as bitchy and petty as that sounds, there isnt any other way to measure friendship. When I was in highschool, my friends never came to my house, and never gave me rides home from school. I was invited to a few parties. And I ended up going to all of their weddings, even being in one of them. And I never got anything out of those relationships. I had better friends in college. And even though most of them have moved on, I still hear from them. I find myself comparing all of those relationships to me and Gina, thinking about how she has come to my house and she has shared money between us. She always shares her wine and home, and has on some occasion, driven me around town. But I am still angry over what happened this month.
We are still friends, but it will be a while before I get excited when she calls.
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