This is How I Rad

17th May 2012

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“Fraud n****s, y’all n****s that’s that shit I don’t like”

The first line of the song is fantastic. Substitute in “cracker” or something much less offensive than the obvious racial epithet I won’t say and I would be stoked. Because I hate frauds and fake bitches. The simple way I look at it is be who you are and what you identify with. It doesn’t have to make sense to anybody else, but as long as you can own what you feel, live it.

In the last two months I’ve lost 4 friendships that would be classified as “close” to “best”. Each person at one point in time was considered one of my best friends. And now they aren’t. One threw me under the bus to avoid taking responsibility for their own failings. Another tried to strongarm me in taking the blame and eventually tried to fight me over it since he puts his penis inside the first one. Whatever. Fuck em.

The other two are the more difficult to diagnose where it went wrong. I don’t feel like excessive ranting right now, so I’ll get back to my semantics on friendship. I believe that a true friend will actively seek out your companionship. In the modern world, the simplest way to express your desire to include a person in your life is a phone call or text message. 30 seconds to text me “Hey, how’re you doing?” is all it takes. If I attempt to talk to you, just responding to my phone call or text matters more than if we actually make plans as a result of it. The effort means more than the result. Zero effort speaks loudly to how I rank in your life. If you don’t even have the time to text “Hey, I’m super busy right now, lets get together (insert future date here)”, either you have managed to be busier than a Fortune 500 CEO before graduating college, or you don’t really care that much about our friendship.

Maybe I’m being unfair. Maybe my arbitrary standards are bullshit. But I always try to lead by example. I expect people to take responsibility for their actions, good or bad. Therefore I do the same. I expect a minimum level of effort if we are going to be friends. I will put forth just as much. I also expect people to be realistic about things. I won’t continue to call us “best friends” or anything remotely close to it if we don’t talk more than once a month even if we go to the same school, live one mile apart in the same city and have at least a dozen mutual friends. Because that is not how a best friendship should work.

Fake bitches. Make believe friendships. That’s some shit I don’t like.

P.S. Blocking me on Instagram for calling you out on your failings is pathetic. Bye bitch.