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Kinky Kapers of Kaworu!

A friendship - almost officially finished.

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A couple of days ago, I made plans to meet with a friend I made in AA to meet him tomorrow. I called him a couple of hours ago to discuss the plans more in-depth, and I got a very nasty surprise from him.

He was drunk and stoned, and he was VERY upset with me. Why was he upset with me? Because the first time he came over to my house, he brought his prized scrapbook, and I choose to put it aside so that I could talk with him instead. Now that he is drunk and stoned, he is willing to bitch me out about how much I "hurt" him by not looking at his scrapbook then, and about how he can no longer trust me to look at his scrapbook because of how I "cheapened" it that day. Never mind that my reasons for doing so was because I wanted to have a decent conversation with him - apparently, when he is drunk and stoned, decent conversations do not matter much to him.

I kept on trying to tell him that I wanted to be his friend, but he kept on coming up with reasons why that would not work for him. For example, he asks me if I can take a bus out to his place, and I tell him I don't know how I could manage that, seeing as he lives out in the middle of nowhere. His response? "You have a problem taking a bus to see me, after the times I drove over to your place?!?!?" He seriously took offense to that, and he got even more offended the more I tried to explain that I was holding no hostility or resentment against him whatsoever.

But by the end of this 45-minute conversation, the hostility and resentment did start to rise in my heart. Every word I said to him, he twisted into something that was vastly negative. Clearly, my intents were not at all clear to him, but that's not my fault. At a couple times in the conversation, he said things like, "I am an alcoholic, so I drink, and Alcoholics Anonymous is not for me, because sanity is a myth, and....." Yeah, he was talking like somebody who seriously did believe sanity was a myth, because during this conversation, he had absolutely none of it happening in his mind.

I told him I would call him back tomorrow, and I told him blankly at the end of the conversation that I can't keep talking to him when he is intoxicated. I doubt he will even remember this conversation, seeing as he kept on forgetting everything I told him just a couple of minutes earlier, and seeing as he kept on asking me what day it was. More disturbingly, he also kept on asking me if I was involved in law enforcement, or, to be more exact, if I was "one of Big Brother's little helpers". Yeah, I kinda wonder if he has a reason to be paranoid about that at this point, but then again, I know speculating about that will help nobody.

He is a decent enough man when he is sober, but he wore out my tolerance of him very quickly when I talked to him in his druken state.

Ah, well. That conversation is over. Perhaps that friendship is over, as well. In an odd way, he did help me keep my sobriety for today. He served as a reminder of what I could become if I fall off the wagon, and I don't fucking want to be like that at all. That's a higher priority than any temporary dubious "benefits" giving into the cravings for booze might deliver. That probably sounds terrible - but it is kinda true.
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  1. KaworuVsDrWily's Avatar
    Y'know, I really am sick and tired of being treated as a combination whipping boy/doormat by people who do not care if they destroy themselves and everybody around them. Shit like this has happened several times in my life. I let them treat me this way because I was so desperate for companionship of any kind, and I wanted to believe these people cared about me when they told me they did, even though eventually it all turned out to be lies on their part.

    At the end of 45-minutes of him bitching at me (where pretty much everything I said offended him, and where he found ulterior motives in my every word that was never there), he had the nerve to tell me he cared about me. Yeah, perhaps he does care about me - but only because I enabled him through this insanity for 45 minutes when nobody else would.

    Fuck trying to be his friend - what this cunt needs is a good ass-whooping.
  2. Tsendo's Avatar


    Now that he is drunk and stoned, he is willing to bitch me out about how much I "hurt" him by not looking at his scrapbook then, and about how he can no longer trust me to look at his scrapbook because of how I "cheapened" it that day.
    rofl XD I had trouble getting past that part. He seems to take scrapbooking very seriously XD
  3. KaworuVsDrWily's Avatar


    Quote Originally Posted by Tsendo
    rofl XD I had trouble getting past that part. He seems to take scrapbooking very seriously XD
    Sorry, I don't find that point about him to be humorous. Everybody has something that they take very seriously. Just because his most intensely personal hobby is scrapbooking does not mean he is a lesser person.

    He called me this morning, and he apparently forgot that we even had a conversation yesterday, let alone anything that he said to me. If he wants to continue being my friend, he should either get intoxicated on his own time and not get me the fuck involved, or he should start taking the recovery from alcoholism that he claims that he wants more seriously. He claims AA is not for him. OK - AA is not the only solution out there, perhaps he should look around at the other options.
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