everyone has one of these friends.
you laugh and joke and go shopping together.
you attend all kinds of events together, much like paris and nicole before the simple life.
your social circles overlap and look like the train map of the london underground.
you went through heartaches, and pain and happiness together.
then just when you thought it was a friendship made to last, they turn toxic.
a toxic friend is someone who just makes you love to hate them. they've got everything - perfect this and that, thinks the biggest problem in life is having no time to wax their legs, confident and ever so self-centered about their lives.
but after all, YOU are their best friend, you have to accept them for who and what they are, right? because they accept you for the shitload of problems you bring in with you.
as the day goes by, and your friendship deepens and matures, you start to realise what a pain they are. every waking moment is how terrible their steford lives are or how incredibly stressed they are about which brand of toothpaste to buy. flaws are flaws but toxicity is toxicity. oh my god. get real problems please!
i'm starting to wonder if there is hope for these toxic relationships. where is the line you draw from being friends to i-can't-take-your-shit-no-more-biatch. i'm pretty sure i'm near that line with a somewhat good friend of mine. no names mentioned, no gender mentioned and no offence should be taken UNLESS you suspect you are that person which i doubt you will. here on out, toxic friend will be known as toxi
toxi rants about life's unfairness. when i look at toxi's life, i am stunned. brilliant household, wonderful partner, great education, great job, great friends (please, oh wunderful friends indeed), great social calender, great everything. toxi is upset that 'everything bad happens to toxi'. just because toxi cannot face the fact that sometimes life just fucks you!
oh get grip. i have up to here with all that incessant ranting about toxi's singaporean dream life. yeah, maybe toxi did have a few fallen dreams. a few unfairness in toxi's own stride. face it love, if life was fair, i would been born as you.
take example one: toxi calls me for advice about project book. toxi cannot take it that project book is just not going toxi's way. toxi is frustrated. i listen. i empathize, even gave toxi tips on moving on in project book's direction. after a careful but thorough conversation, we move on to my life as toxi asked: "so what's up with you?" i talk about some sadness due to death, some heartache. toxi is quiet. toxi then says: "you hang in there, i've got to go. bye!" in the most buttery, sickening sweet tone you can imagine toxi dripping in butterscotch syrup. i, flabbergasted and still in need of some adrenline to recover from shock, recieve an sms from toxi two mins later.
expecting an apology for an abrupt and sweet ending to our conversation, i get some other redundant, repulsive sms about toxi's perfect lifestyle. oh, from toxi.
i honestly cannot imagine how long more of toxi i can handle. though we hardly see each other nowadays, i feel myself running away from conversations because if i have to hear one more rant about the prices of noodles going up and how toxi cannot afford it, i will strangle toxi with vermicelli.
maybe i'm secretly and unknowingly jealous of this toxi. maybe i want toxi's laguna beach life.
or maybe i'm sick of toxi putting my problems aside because there's no more ben&jerry's in the supermarket.
so who's your toxic friend?
i really hope it's not me, cause then i just shot myself in the foot. heh
