what in the inconsiderate hell?
will on August 25th, 2008
my “friend” smokestack and i made plans to hang out this evening. he called me this afternoon while i was chillin at home getting some stuff done, and told me about his day. he didn’t have a particularly good one, but that’s besides the point. he mentioned that he was tired, and that he was going to take a nap and would come over around 6:30.
6:30 came and went. 7:20 arrived, and my phone rang. it wasn’t the person i was expecting. in fact it was someone i barely know, and hadn’t anticipated seeing anytime soon. so i didn’t answer. about 2 minutes later my phone rang again, and smokestack was on the other end. we had the following conversation:
will: hello?
smokestack: hey, uh… can you let “diego” in? i’m on my-
will: excuse me? he’s downstairs now? i didn’t know he was comin’ over.
smokestack: yeah, uh…
will: where are you?
smokestack: i’m still at home. i have to get dressed, but i’ll be there soon.
will: *sigh* ok… bye *click*
the time is now 7:45… and smokestack is still not here.
awkward!
it’s like i’ve got battered friend syndrome. i take hit after hit, and just keep coming back for more! i must ponder this. why do i (still) let this person, or some people in general, treat me with such disrespect and inconsideration?
