Rebuttal to the Hypocrit

Here’s to you, as you are “nothing short of amazing” – apart from your lack of fundamentals when it comes to being a true friend. I hope to come across the library where you picked up your book on what a friendship means, only so I can burn it as it seems to be outdated. The last time I checked, when your friend expresses their deepest feelings to you about a guy, your options are then to comfort her, advise her and most importantly – listen to her. Instead you chose the answer that has been obsolete, d) flirt with that same person shamelessly. It’s amusing how you referred to this as “innocently” flirting because I can’t recall any aspect of this situation to fit that adjective. You have a boyfriend and me as a friend – two factors that should have brought this, far from harmless and naïve, situation to an abrupt end. Logically, if either of us were significant enough to you, this catastrophe would have never begun. Maybe I am being condescending and mean-spirited but I cannot help but feel shell shocked by this. This could possibly be due to the fact that I had the utmost respect for you; as both a human being as well as a friend. You taught me how to be a better person. I came to you with every mishap I found myself in as I valued your opinion, knowing that it was full of truth and honesty each time. You never fell short of sincerity and I found you to be one of the most genuine people I knew. I could not think of a time that your actions had intentionally or indirectly caused someone else harm. I admired you as a person because of your brave exterior along with your authentic interior, hoping that I could one day find that balance, myself. For these reasons, I had developed an unfaltering trust for you. Until now.
 
As I read Facebook users’ most recent notes, I came to the end of one that I forced myself to read twice over in the same minute. It took a second to register and 120 more to regulate my breathing. It was a note informing me that one of my closest friends had been developing quite the relationship with my ex-boyfriend. 90210 drama became my reality as I tried to construct an intricate world where I had reason to believe that the girl he was talking about, wasn’t you. I needed to believe, for the sake of my sanity and our friendship, that you wouldn’t dare step into those boundaries. I insinuate this because if my memory is correct; you had taken the initiative to walk out of my life the moment you heard about my dirty laundry, a mere couple of months prior. Note: this state of affairs held no relation to you, whatsoever. Yet, it wasn’t the obscenity of the dirty laundry that disturbed you – more so it was the postponement of it being revealed that disappointed you. You saw it to be deceitful, did you not?, to know that I had hid something like that for so long. By the same token, did I not deserve to know you were falling for my ex-boyfriend that you knew I still had feelings for? Instead, there were no signs or signals as I raced right into this accident. Facebook knew about the needed U-Turn before I did; but it was too late – I was trapped in a dead end zone.

What kills me is that if it were not for his selfish and obvious note; you would have not told me. Come to think of it, you still haven’t – a fucking note on the internet informed me of the update. Oh good ol’ Facebook news feed. Was I going to find out through an updated relationship status on there as well? Although I love the media, I’m certain I love earnest friends more. The type that I can trust my life with: you, Gilbert Grape, were one of them. Yet I’m struggling to remove this knife from my back which is nearly impossible unless I was a contortionist. You made it so it did not only cause intensive damage but also were devious enough to make it so I did not see it coming either. Every ounce of respect and faith I once had for you is now lost in the middle of this love triangle you’re painfully sitting in. You best pre-order a few “Kleenex” boxes now as I’m positive, someone is going to get hurt – no surprise there though. I’m not sorry if I offended you or got you upset, which would be completely ironic, but I do apologize for stooping to your level by writing this response on something so public. How’s that for a dose of your own medicine? I thought you would have realized the importance of honesty from my own fiasco; mind you, at least my episode wasn’t posted up on Facebook for all to see. All democracy aside now for this is more of a hypocrisy and this note is nothing short of a rant; but over and above all – it’s nothing less than a goodbye. I don’t care if people understand this and it “leaks” your personal information, the considerate ship has sailed. That’s what happens when you don’t close your lid properly. In fact, that’s what happens when you drown someone in your juice – it results in a very sticky and messy situation.

Although I do recognize the convoluted mess you’ve produced for yourself, I can’t say I feel any remorse for you; I believe it’s something called karma. So there is the disaster that you so desperately tried to avoid. Did my months of oblivion and your days of silence do either of us any justice? Get a mop and start cleaning. Don’t forget my vomit in the corner.

xoxOMG
- SB, my life in an abbrev.