Friends?

I have a close knit of friends. These are friends that I have now in my adult life. The ones I usually hang out with. Gigs, jam, teh tarik sessions, the works. I’m not the kind who goes out of my way and be buddies. I choose. It’s not you. It’s just me. I hate to break it to you but you’re not cool. Even if you’re cool to someone else it does not mean a thing to me. Even if we’ve known since way back. If you’re not in now, you’re not in ever. If I don’t invite you to my party, just accept it. Cry if you may but don’t talk shit to my face. I’m tired of it. Get a life. Stop judging me as if I’d done something wrong. Stop acting like I owe you.

We’re acquaintances. That is all we ever will be. I’m not going to be a hypocrite and say nice things to you just for the sake of it. Your life does not interest me. I’ll be civil but don’t expect me to be your new best friend. I’m not gonna be. Ever. Period.

The end.