So – after deciding to send me random, nasty text messages for a few days, Keith has decided that it’s OK to be friends again. He messaged me on Facebook the other day asking me to call him. He also attempted to add me back to Facebook as a friend. Well, for some reason I haven’t been getting my message notifications through Facebook, so I didn’t even see his message until a good 7 hours after he sent it. It wouldn’t have mattered if I did see it in time – I still wouldn’t have answered him. You know – you don’t blow up on me, tell me I’m a bad friend, delete me from Facebook for no damn reason and then turn around a week later and decide everything is fine. I’m sorry, but I missed the part where he actually fucking apologized to me. Perhaps a message saying “Sorry for the blowout, can you please call me so we can talk?” or “I don’t want to lose you as a friend, let’s work it out.” would have me re-thinking my decision to cut him out of my life. But a Facebook message saying “Call me”? I don’t think so. I’m not exactly sure what he expects from me, but sure as hell know what I expect from him if we are ever going to speak again. And I still don’t get this “you have to call me or it doesn’t count” bullshit. Does he have a damn phone, or not? Dumb, childish drama. Not needed and not welcome. In fact, this is how I feel about the whole damn mess:
You know, I had a whole post in mind about what’s going on in my life and whatnot, but I just got sidetracked by this silly garbage. I don’t want to post about two completely different subjects in one entry, so I will save the other stuff for a different day.
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