(It’s funny because I actually spelled it “dissapointments” in my first post.)
I hate friends that don’t matter.
They take up precious space.
I was let down completely this past weekend. Not only was I ridiculously sick and unhappy, I got my toe rammed on by cleats and am now at the mercy of a disgustingly hideous “crutch” shoe.
The sun was shining, the sky was warm, the air was clean. There was so much space in this school, I couldn’t be happier playing anywhere else. I even thought of transferring to this cow-infested land. It was supposed to be great, having that frisbee tournament where all of my friends went to school - UC Davis. But it didn’t turn out that way, did it?
Although I made a miracle one day recovery from my headache, I didn’t see any of my friends. No. Not once. Why? Because they expected me to go find them. They expected me to make the effort to travel around Davis with no car, no bike, no directions, and on Sunday, no foot. They were too busy shopping for houses and hanging out with their boyfriends to cross the street of their dorm.
Well, maybe I shouldn’t be so annoyed.
I mean yeah, I got invited to dinner…and then uninvited in the same ten minutes because it was someone’s birthday. Great. Because that person traveled a hundred miles to eat dinner with you.
What the hell?
It’s funny because I should expect this. Who ever did make an effort to come watch me compete in the five years I have done sports? Who ever did asked about how I felt after fainting and losing my chance at everything? Who ever did care?
I can honestly only think of three people. The people I call my best friends. The people that were there to make an effort to see what I was passionate about, or even, share my passion with me. And now I know why. Because the rest just don’t care about me as much, I guess I don’t care about them either. Because the rest just don’t matter.
But maybe I’m just annoyed.
Last chance.