Sunday, April 3, 2016

This "Life Moves On" Attitude is going to be the end of us all.

Lately I got in an argument with a close friend and he uttered the words I dreaded to hear: "Yeah, well, I'm just the kind of guy who moves on, y'know."

Every time I look on my generation, I have to rest my face in my hands for a second. One of the major flaws we carry is precisely this life-moves-on-and-so-do-I attitude when dealing with everything. Every other generation might sit on the hem of this attitude, but mine? Everyone seems to just have it hard-coded in there head.

I invited my friend about a week ago to a Virtual Reality meet-up I already RSVP'd to and told him to do the same. I figured he liked video games, why not take him along? Only problem was, I needed a ride. I guess it was a disaster just waiting to happen. He gave me an ambiguous answer ("Yeah, I'll see") and never replied to any text or FB messages I sent throughout the week (I could tell that he read my messages, he just didn't bother responding).

The day of, he finally called me and apologized. I had to call him out on it. He said he went off to hang out with friends. Then he changed the story to group study. I told him I'd rather he didn't apologize. I'd rather he told me to go fuck myself and jump off a bridge rather than keep me in the dark about whether he was going to pick me up or not. Then he uttered those unforgivable words. Famous last words uttered by my idiotic roommate last year after he'd come back drunk and thrown up all over our small cubicle sized room and told me "life moves on" when I told him to learn a goddamn lesson and stop fucking up over and over again.

I told my ditcher-of-a-friend that I had a hard time believing he could flake on me like that without even giving me a heads up. You don't just forget things and turn your back on a friend. At one point, I was even considering leaving all my valuables and spare cash with him if I had to make a run for it and come back for it later, but now, it looks like he would've sold off all my goods and spent the spare cash on his childish trading cards and told me that "he'd forgotten" about me and how "life moves on."

It infuriates me that a best friend, someone you should be able to lean on would do something like this. He's ditched other times, but with prior notice. The drop that really broke the damn for me was the fact that he's fucked up multiple times before and shrugged off valuable advice I'd given him ("Hey man, if you really want to do X as a career, then you need to start preparing by doing X. Post your work on Facebook and I'll critique for you since I am an X enthusiast.").

You might ask me to find better friends. Yeah, well, I can count all my real friends with one hand. The rest are lice. Phonies. Sheep. Buddy-fuckers. Do I really need to tally down on one more friend?

This "Life Moves On" nonchalant attitude is seriously going to be the end of us. It's a gross misinterpretation of what Life Moves On should really entail... We move on when we're held back in an unhealthy way. But everyone tries to apply it to every aspect of life. No more do we care to learn a lesson from our carelessness and mistakes. Because it's okay. Society will pardon you for throwing up all over your roommate and yours' shared room (not to mention the underage drinking) and even forgive you for screwing over friends for other friends.

I abhor in this attitude and am disgusted by the way my friend handled the situation and just blew off my whole telling off. He even ended the conversation by telling me that he had another call coming in. No decency to even make things right (I told him I didn't want his apology anyways. I told him he should've just told me he wasn't coming for me. I told him he jut never learns sometimes. I didn't tell him why his father always complains about him or why he always gets yelled at at our part-time job. Why he always needs to be babysat at two-decades young).

In the end, I can let it go because it's not healthy for me to bear grudges. But I doubt I'll ever rely on him for anything again. I think he doesn't see in me what I see in him and my other friends. I treat them like brothers and I give them free handouts and always have their backs and even slug 'em in the face if they're acting irrational. This guy... he's no brother of mine. He sees us as playthings. Like children see their friends not as their lifelong wolf pack but as playthings.

Life moves on. Fuck it.

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