The Ingrate Rant.
What is going on, I ask of you?
Your friends are there for a reason. There are those of you who consider friends as living trophies : the more you have, the better it is. Well, popularity's all well and good, but don't come crying to me when one of your precious trophies fall from the shelf and whack you on the head, causing you to fall back in a heap, yelling out in pain when you realize you got a hernia from that fall and you have to go for a surgery.
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Yes, I feel very strongly about this. Being friends means that you are acquainted with someone in such a way that you can count on each other for help, and rely on each other whenever the going gets tough. Being friends means that you plough through obstacles together. Being friends means that you won't turn against the other person and that you will bloody well stop and turn back to help when she or he gets left behind.
You do not, under any *&^#ing circumstances choose a guy over your girlfriend. Ever. EVER, goddammit. Especially not when that girlfriend was the one who bloody helped you with the guy. And you do not accuse said girlfriend of throwing herself at the guy, either.
You don't ever take us for granted. We're here for you when you need us, and don't turn your back on us and then accuse us of not being good friends. We're not mind readers. We don't know what happens if you don't tell us, so don't expect us to be good friends if you don't make the effort.
Insufferable ingrate.
You do not pursue a guy even when you know your friend likes him. Especially if you don't actually like him, or if you're not sure if you do, or if you're just BORED.
For some odd reason, although I'm sure everyone knows the basic unspoken rules of friendship, they ignore it. Just 'cause it's unspoken. I don't care if the guy's everything to you, or if he's your best friend as well - you wouldn't have gotten through that boy-hating puberty stage if it were not for us girls. Comprende?
Think about it, everyone. Don't you think that we're all taking our friends for granted? That even if we fight, we'll see them everyday so it doesn't matter 'cause you'll make up in a day or two, anyway? Without friends, who'd help you up when you fall? No one. The sea of strangers would more likely laugh at you for being such a klutz.
We're happy for you, we really are. But it's gotten to the point where we don't know you. At all.
Your friends are there for a reason. There are those of you who consider friends as living trophies : the more you have, the better it is. Well, popularity's all well and good, but don't come crying to me when one of your precious trophies fall from the shelf and whack you on the head, causing you to fall back in a heap, yelling out in pain when you realize you got a hernia from that fall and you have to go for a surgery.
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Yes, I feel very strongly about this. Being friends means that you are acquainted with someone in such a way that you can count on each other for help, and rely on each other whenever the going gets tough. Being friends means that you plough through obstacles together. Being friends means that you won't turn against the other person and that you will bloody well stop and turn back to help when she or he gets left behind.
You do not, under any *&^#ing circumstances choose a guy over your girlfriend. Ever. EVER, goddammit. Especially not when that girlfriend was the one who bloody helped you with the guy. And you do not accuse said girlfriend of throwing herself at the guy, either.
You don't ever take us for granted. We're here for you when you need us, and don't turn your back on us and then accuse us of not being good friends. We're not mind readers. We don't know what happens if you don't tell us, so don't expect us to be good friends if you don't make the effort.
Insufferable ingrate.
You do not pursue a guy even when you know your friend likes him. Especially if you don't actually like him, or if you're not sure if you do, or if you're just BORED.
For some odd reason, although I'm sure everyone knows the basic unspoken rules of friendship, they ignore it. Just 'cause it's unspoken. I don't care if the guy's everything to you, or if he's your best friend as well - you wouldn't have gotten through that boy-hating puberty stage if it were not for us girls. Comprende?
Think about it, everyone. Don't you think that we're all taking our friends for granted? That even if we fight, we'll see them everyday so it doesn't matter 'cause you'll make up in a day or two, anyway? Without friends, who'd help you up when you fall? No one. The sea of strangers would more likely laugh at you for being such a klutz.
We're happy for you, we really are. But it's gotten to the point where we don't know you. At all.