Sunday, March 18, 2012

Pathetic People.

So, it's pretty obvious to anyone close to Chris and I that we are no longer "best friends" with two people who told us we were all "best friends" but then began acting real shitty to us on facebook. The male counterpart in the couple, specifically, we'll call him Shrek. His posts and comments on facebook became increasingly inflammatory as of late and we called him on it. Chris removed him from facebook because it got so bad. We'll call the female counterpart Helga.

So when we got the text message that they had only pretended to be Chris's friend to be friends with me, it was obvious it was over, even if they didn't really mean what they said. This is someone that mc'd my wedding, standing up there acting like he was our friend. Alternatively, if he's lying about faking the friendship then he's just willing to throw all that away so he can be a dick on facebook.  People like that don't have any room in a life of joy and happiness, let me tell you.

What was funny was that Chris's unfriending them and my support of him was more of an atrocity to Shrek and Helga than what some of their other "friends" had done. Shrek and Helga were just find remaining friends with others including the girl that stole Helga's ex boyfriend, (whom we'll call Slick). Helga didn't bat an eye telling me that a girl we'll call Maggie definitely stole my shoes at my very own weddint. Maggie, of course, unfriended me after I unfreinded Shrek and Helga and when I confronted her about it (and the shoes) she denied everything, saying she only unfriended me because I had been facebook friends with her ex. An ex I met twice. Did she steal the shoes? Who knows, but I think it's hilarious that she's more mad at me for confronting her than at Helga for insisting adamantly that she was the culprit. And her and Helga are still best buddies.

It was even funnier when I shot off a quick status about the whole thing and Shrek began reporting me to the "facebook authorities." I'm not even their facebook friend anymore, yet they feel the need to come to my page. I felt so special. And when another person shot off about how I need to "look at my part," (AA recovery double-speak for you—if someone screws you over, you're supposed to see where YOU went wrong) and not post things publicly on facebook, I asked why then, did she post to the status and not just give me a private message if she really felt so concerned. Aggrandizing your own "spiritual condition" to look like the bigger person. Slow clap, there. All of these people are "best friends." No surprise. Oh, and miss Spiritual AA is also losing her husband to another woman. Hardly surprising.

The fakeness was obvious to a lot of people, though, and there have been quite a few people who have pointed out that Helga has actually always been pretty fake, jumping from friendship to friendship, always acting the innocent part when her poor choices got her in hot water and then turning around and talking about other people behind their backs. I'm sure there were things that were already being said about us before this even went down, which makes perfect sense with Shrek's "We only pretend to be friends" statement to my husband. Others have pointed out that maybe Shrek has always been a bit—well, abrasive you could say, always puffing himself up to be more than everyone else.

I usually just disregarded the tall tales as a product of his insecurity when he'd say things like, "Yeah, I had to deal with two gunshot wounds today" at a private ambulance company that does transport from senior homes to doctors' appointments day in and day out. Sacramento is a nasty city, but even that many gunshot wounds would have made it in the paper, if not the evening news. I even let it slide when he bold-faced told my parents that he would be making 100,000 dollars a year working as a manager at In-N-Out. I just kept my mouth shut and laughed it off. He still hasn't been offered the position as far as I know.

I wonder then, if Shrek even made up the story where Slick shot a man in the spine "on accident" at a house party. According to him, Slick's new girlfriend had gone home tired and pregnant and Slick had gone upstairs to fool around with someone else. This mystery gunshot victim later confronted him and about ten minutes later, the shooting accident happened. It was a nice story for someone to make up about a person they feel is still a rival, but I doubt it ever happened. Shrek also told us his ex had beastiality fetish. I guess I can write that one off as "about as real as his friendship to us," which is to say, completely fake.

Shitty. Shitty people, shitty standards. I should have known better. I wonder what it is in me that doesn't see this kind of stuff in people before I make an emotional investment in them. I really have a lot better friends than that and they're all around. I have so much better to do with my time. I guess it's just sad that it was all an illusion and I trusted these people. Let them in my home, put them at the table of honor when I got married. Just goes to show you never really know a person. That's all I'll say about Helga and Shrek.

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