Switzerland
What does a best friend get for her fierce loyalty? A dial tone and face full of mud. Which is fine, that's the BF's role in life. So here's the sitch:
Wendy's got a boyfriend. And he's a dick. Not that I've ever told her he was a dick, she's told me he's a dick. He's disrepectful, rude and cheap. All her words, not mine.
Let's go back. To another time and another best friend. Ricardo. When he broke up with--dammit, what IS her name?!?--Jessica, I was left to pick up the pieces. I was on the phone with him til dawn every night when he was drunk calling her a dumb broad and building his ego back up. I was the one hooking him up with whatever free p*ssy there was aroud me. I was there for him, dealing with the shenanigans he got himself into when he wanted to hop on a plane to France to propose to the very ho that broke his heart. I was the one there to see the depths of his misery. Point is, I was there. And I'm not complaining cuz that's what a best friend is supposed to do.
During the Corey Daze (pun SO intended), Wendy was there through everything. From my dealing with his lies and my feelings to the MySpace fiasco. She was there, saying the right thing, giving me strength, making me soft. Telling me to call him and telling me to shut things down. Again, that's what a best friend does, they're your outside insight into yourself. So back to the story.
Wendy's boyfriend is a dick, understood through and through. So we were on the phone last night (Wendy and I, not the dick) when I made the smart-ass remark, "Yeah, cuz HE'S a winner." Now this thoroughly amused me, but pissed Wendy off so she hung up cuz she still wanted us to be friends. Over a dude. There are a few things that rub me wrong but when it comes to dick, nothing makes me angrier. If you choose a dude over your friend, your priorities are JACKED up, that's always how I felt. When she stopped speaking to me a couple of years ago cuz her cheating ex tried to kick it to me, I let it rock.
My point is, Wendy's highly volatile at the moment and I'm sure I won't be speaking to her for the next couple of days. Which I'm all right with cuz if there's something she needs to get over then she can take the time to work it out. Will I apologize? Absolutely not. I stand by what I said which was solely based on the picture she painted of him so if I'm misinformed that burden rests solely on my best friend's shoulders.
We all catch our L's, all the time. It's what we take from them that makes us who we are. My point of this entire rant is that from here on out, I am Switzerland. Completely neutral. I will not comment when she calls me to complain about something he says or how he doesn't take her out, I will simply listen. Which is gonna piss her off, too, but I'd rather do that than be the bitch who doesn't like her boyfriend. So there you have it, I'm Switzerland. On the bright side, some pretty fly people are from there so I'll be in good company!
Wendy's got a boyfriend. And he's a dick. Not that I've ever told her he was a dick, she's told me he's a dick. He's disrepectful, rude and cheap. All her words, not mine.
Let's go back. To another time and another best friend. Ricardo. When he broke up with--dammit, what IS her name?!?--Jessica, I was left to pick up the pieces. I was on the phone with him til dawn every night when he was drunk calling her a dumb broad and building his ego back up. I was the one hooking him up with whatever free p*ssy there was aroud me. I was there for him, dealing with the shenanigans he got himself into when he wanted to hop on a plane to France to propose to the very ho that broke his heart. I was the one there to see the depths of his misery. Point is, I was there. And I'm not complaining cuz that's what a best friend is supposed to do.
During the Corey Daze (pun SO intended), Wendy was there through everything. From my dealing with his lies and my feelings to the MySpace fiasco. She was there, saying the right thing, giving me strength, making me soft. Telling me to call him and telling me to shut things down. Again, that's what a best friend does, they're your outside insight into yourself. So back to the story.
Wendy's boyfriend is a dick, understood through and through. So we were on the phone last night (Wendy and I, not the dick) when I made the smart-ass remark, "Yeah, cuz HE'S a winner." Now this thoroughly amused me, but pissed Wendy off so she hung up cuz she still wanted us to be friends. Over a dude. There are a few things that rub me wrong but when it comes to dick, nothing makes me angrier. If you choose a dude over your friend, your priorities are JACKED up, that's always how I felt. When she stopped speaking to me a couple of years ago cuz her cheating ex tried to kick it to me, I let it rock.
My point is, Wendy's highly volatile at the moment and I'm sure I won't be speaking to her for the next couple of days. Which I'm all right with cuz if there's something she needs to get over then she can take the time to work it out. Will I apologize? Absolutely not. I stand by what I said which was solely based on the picture she painted of him so if I'm misinformed that burden rests solely on my best friend's shoulders.
We all catch our L's, all the time. It's what we take from them that makes us who we are. My point of this entire rant is that from here on out, I am Switzerland. Completely neutral. I will not comment when she calls me to complain about something he says or how he doesn't take her out, I will simply listen. Which is gonna piss her off, too, but I'd rather do that than be the bitch who doesn't like her boyfriend. So there you have it, I'm Switzerland. On the bright side, some pretty fly people are from there so I'll be in good company!
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