It's never easy for me to stop talking to someone. I think it's because of my desire to please everyone. Or my insatiable desire to be liked (as a friend, of course). As if this blog doesn't scream 'Love me, Love me' enough.
So when McW said he didn't even want to be friends with me, I felt like I've failed. I felt like Superman in the presence of kryptonite: a weak, blubbering fool, unable to save myself from a dire situation.
But it does help when the other person is being sarcastic, hurtful, and serves up ultimatums. Like a soft, comforting iron curtain.
"...just as friends."
"If you can only hear what's going inside my head right now, you'll see you're not my friend ... you are acting like such a child ... but thank you for telling me now so I'm not wasting another [Friday night] ... so, no, we can't be friends ... deal with it ... enjoy wearing your sign around town."
The passion, the intensity! I've made a big mistake! This is the guy I want to spend my life with!
Not. I'm moving forward.
Also, there's no justification for being mean. Not even if it comes from a 'hurtful' place. And another thing, don't serve it up if you can't take it, okay?!1
Okay sanity check people.. am I just being petty now?
1 I'm talking about sarcasm.