Un-friended.

So a little while ago, maybe a week, two weeks, someone un-friended me. It wasn't like there was this huge heated argument with hurtful words and fists or anything like that.

It was actually a rather small mild disagreement, one that you usually end up understanding by the end of the next conversation. So they decided to stop talking to me. I did not see this coming, although I should have.

I do need to be more perceptive about these things.

My friend, being the melodramatic person that they are, has acted this way before, quite a few times actually.

Back then, I cared.

We couldn't see eye to eye so they decided instead of talking to me directly about things, they would use indirect methods to communicate their disagreements. I would usually call, or write messages, or e-mails to communicate with them to find out what was wrong and to get things back to normal, pre-disagreement.

I do not like pacifistic behavior like this. There is a person at my work that tends to leave notes with overused amounts of exclamations points everywhere, and that cushions my foundation for quitting. I have learned that if you just tell someone, just sit down and talk, you can find out how much they care, and if they do, they will try accordingly.

Now, I don't care.
I mean, this is as much as I care, to blog about it, to close the subject.

I would not prefer a friend who gets agitated with me and decides to deal with it like this. I prefer supportive friends, and I have those. I have friends who would call me and help me just as sure as they would call to curse me out for something stupid I did. And they do. And I would do the same for them. I need my friends to be as close as siblings, I need to be able to share the good, the bad, and the ugly with them. I need friends who are a lot less emo.

I do believe that they wanted me to keep trying, to negate their choice.

I've decided to accept. I will not hound after grown people. That is valuable -guitar-practice and finish reading Eclipse and Blink- time. I have learned the difference from holding a grudge and learning from my mistakes, and I guess now is as good a time as any to put that information to use.

You live and you learn.

By the way, I finished New moon (yesterday) and am one-third through Eclipse. Then I'll read a few other books that I've read the first five pages of (including Blink). Then I think I will dabble into the world of F. Scott Fitzgerald; I need to catch up on my classics.