Once, I removed a friend from my twitter list. They had tweeted once when they joined and then never again in over a year. I figured they wouldn’t be back. Well, I was wrong – soon as I did that, they tweeted again. Of course, I added them again. They are still there, tho I don’t know that I’ve seen another tweet from them since. That was one of the times I removed someone from a friends list.
The one other time was after a falling out that (a) came out of nowhere and (b) seemed final and permanent from where I stood at the time. That person has since been re-added as well. So colour me completely flabbergasted when I find I have been removed and the reason given is “haven’t interacted with you in a couple of weeks or months”. Hmm. Still trying to figure that one out.
Based on reactions to my outburst on Facebook, I am thinking most people are thinking “hell with ‘em” and maybe I should think the same.
Looky here (Kentucky-ism), I call many people friends – some are as close as siblings, some not so close and many in between the 2 extremes. ALL of you are my friends tho. I may not be able to interact with you on a daily basis, I may even seem to withdraw completely and get completely engrossed in my own world. I apologize for that – it’s an unfortunate side-effect of (a) my chronic introverted-ness (a Camille-ism) and (b) my status as a newly-wed. It is in no way malicious and certainly not intentionally selfish. And most of you can and will admit that when it counts, I come out of my little virtual cave long enough to “interact”.
I am thankful that I have some TRUE friends who have realized this about me – that I tend to be a hermit. And they all love me anyway. I don’t know what I would do without these friends and those of you who know yourselves, I am eternally grateful to count you among my siblings.
The rest of you who feel left out and forgotten and sit and sulk at the fact that Camille is a fair-weather friend? …. it was nice meeting you.
Harsh? Yes. Quite possibly. But I am going to stop killing myself with guilt at having to explain myself every step I take. Like everybody else, I need friends too … and I do my utmost to try and BE a friend – best as I know how. I AM different than most people and I am sorry if I am not who you thought I was when we met. Them’s the breaks. And most of all, I am sorry you weren’t able to spend a little effort to get to know WHO I AM INSIDE instead of who you want me to be.
And here’s the clincher: it’s mostly because of shit like this that I stay in the damn cave in the first place. All my life I’ve just kept the hurt locked inside when someone walks out on me because I am not the kind of person they expect me to be. I guess I am finally just speaking out about it.
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Fuk em!
Posted 29 Jul 2009 at 06:43:43 ¶you know who ur true friends are.
That's pretty dumb. I mean, a few months? I'm your sis and sometimes we don't talk for a week and I think nothing of it because I know you will get a hold of me if something major happens and same goes for me. It must be those people that just don't “understand” people like us who have our own worlds and I'm not talking about how busy we get, I'm talking about what space we are in our heads any given time.
Posted 30 Jul 2009 at 17:01:39 ¶Well, I love you. That's all I know.