mmacc2011 wrote:Hi,
….so we proceeded to organise.
10 days or so has passed until today when I saw a Facebook status from the guys who had suddenly booked to go away on the same date to see family and friends. I felt absolutely gutted and so angry. I feel like I want to reorganise it so I can turn round and be doing something else, so they realise how much it hurt me. I keep asking myself why they would do this etc., and its driving me nuts. Also this is the third or fourth time in about 18 months this has happened, and its make me feel angry and lonely.
Is this time to call it an end to the friendship? I cant keep going on feeling angry for days at a time every time they ditch on me.
Any advice?
Dear Mac,
One should keep one’s friends because you never know when they might actually be of service. To cut friends is to make enemies and one never wants to make enemies, especially just because of our Pride. Have you ever noticed that Pride never seems to help with anything. Pride makes demands of us, but what does it ever give us in return?
But, you are right, this is a friend that one cannot plan with or coordinate events with. So don’t make any plans with this friend. This is the kind of friend that you can call and drop in on, or you can bump into him on the street and go have a drink with him. Whatever you do with this friend it has to be in the Spontaneous Here and Now.
I know of what I speak. Let me tell you a story. I once had a very unreliable friend. And not even a very high quality friend. But when we were children I remembered that he once helped me out with a hobby of mine (flying little gas motored airplanes), and I was not going to forget it. A favor is a favor. And so when my other Adult friends drifted off, well I still had this one friend, even allowing for his flightiness and unreliability.
Then, just in his 40ies he developed brain cancer and died off very quickly. I went to the Funeral and his family surrounded me and hugged me and exclaimed that I had been ‘Joe’s’ oldest and “most reliable” friend. Now, I could have given him up a hundred times for his forgetting meetings and wondering off during parties, but I always was able to say to myself, “Well, that is Joe for you, and remember, no one else wanted to help you fly your little airplanes when you were 12 years old.”
So, there, now I’m all teared up over some silly old story, but you got my point – keep your friend but put him in the slot of not really being able to count on him for anything, except for jolly company whenever you happen to accidentally get together… you know what I mean. Good luck with it.