DISCLAIMER AND WARNING: The contents of this blog are of a whiny nature. If you are not interesting in my rant about the good majority of people I know in real life, to be further referred to loosely as "friends," please disregard this entry. To all those that don't mind, or bored enough to read the back of a cereal box, please proceed. (A comment either way wouldn't kill you!)
That's me the ultimate foul-weather friend.
Not that I'm in any support of this self given title but I'm pretty sure this is how most people perceive me. A browse to your friendly neighborhood http://www.urbandictionary.com/ placed this as their word of the day on April 8th. It had me thinking all day about it. It's me I'm a foul-weather friend.
Basically its the opposite of a fair weather friend. People come to me when they're in trouble as a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear. Then when things get better they have absolutely nothing to do with me. They deny my existence and can't even offer me a pleasant smile or a pity greeting when we happen to meet.
Who do I have to turn to in times of trouble? Nobody. Who do I have to turn to in times of happiness and joy? Nobody.
Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty used to it by now and usually poke fun at my uselessness when it comes to any sort of social situation.
Your worst friend,
Guenther
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