TOLERANCE, I has it... NOT

I find one certain group of people extremely exhausting- The ones who are about as consistent as Melbournian weather, but turn saccharin-sweet when...

1. Their birthdays are just around the corner (and they're subconsciously buttering you up leading up to the date so that you'd make their day)

2. They need you for your car- to pick them up or send them places if they don't have a car, to be the driver when they can't be arsed to drive, to pick something up, move stuff, deliver stuff, etc.- The list is endless

3. They have noone else to turn to- like when they break up with their boyfriend, suddenly you're BFFs until things patch up for them and then she ignores your calls and msgs and you never ever hear from her again.

I play along every single time. Don't get me wrong, I have never ever turned down a person in need of genuine help. But what irks me tremendously is when these so-called "friends" think they can use their friend status to wipe their feet all over me at their convenience, when in fact they have no idea they're about as see-through as a jellyfish. It is annoying and extremely insulting to assume I am dumb enough for you to do that and get away with it. The worst thing is, I do it again and again because I think these people actually mean something to me, when obviously I'm just tissue for them to wipe their noses on when their noses start dribbling. Or whatever, you get the drift.

These are tumours who cling on and don't give a shit if they hurt you as long as they get what they want, but boy does it feel good when you finally cut them out of your life.

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People ask why I don't believe in best friends. To me, a "best friend" is nothing but a label- a concept of professed undying friendship, love and a tangled web of complicated unspoken obligations. It doesn't exist in my world (and if it does in yours, good for you).

Call me a skeptic and/or a cynic, but sincerity is a rare gem these days.

I have close friends who mean more to me than a mere label, whom I love with all my heart, and as as cliché as it sounds, they are the ones who love me for who I am, not for what I can offer them. They have proven their worth through thick and thin over the years; they are the ones who tell it to my face like it is rather than sulk over petty little things and stab me in the back; they are the ones who give me wings and make me soar and fill my life with rainbows simply by being themselves.

And these are the people I miss dearly right now. Sigh. I'd give anything to call you and burn your ears with my emo rants but you'd probably kill me cos it's 4 o'clock in the morning. :P

OK slap me now and knock me out cos I've gotta be up for work in less than 3 hours.