I have friends who didn’t know whom they were befriending. That is why I feel lonely and that is why I am distant.
There used to be a time when I could philosophize about friendship. I don’t do that any longer.
Because having opinions on what friendship is and who friends are is tiring. Tiring because at best maybe it can change the view I have about the world. But it doesn’t change who I am and what I will do when faced with certain situations. Situations that sadly repeat themselves so many time, that it feels like a burden to rethink my own reaction to them.
And it is difficult to voice these frustation because I am the one who is tiring others out.
Once I could dismiss these thoughts as my wrong perception about myself or a kind of self-hatred. I believe that the only thing that makes me stay in a relation is need. I want people to need me. It would be better to say I can understand if people befriend me out of their own self-interest. And I will know what to do, to continue that. I want to be given priority because I can deliver their expectations. Things go well till this point.
But when they are position to not need me. I feel that I am a tool whose use has expired. I feel them looking at me, occupying a space in their life, and thinking how to get rid of me, so that they can bring new furniture. Now even if they continue to treat me as they have always done, I can only look at it as kindness of person or formalities that I have never been able to get my head around.
I will not text you first, because you may have tried hard to get slip this distance between us, so that you don’t have to become a bad person.
No issues, I will become the bad person, if you don’t want to. If that makes life convenient for you.
I will answer your calls out of blue and will say the things that friends are supposed to say. I will politely decline or postpone meetings that are half-hearted. So that you can feel good about remembering to invite a friend you didn’t want to.
I will not tell you of all the times I needed a friend. Times I looked for you, while you stood steps away from me, trying to be everyone’s friend.
I will get rid of this luggage, these unnecessary feelings, when people I trusted even when I didn’t want to trust, seek me only when they had no one to turn to.
I am sorry you thought I am strong enough to not need friend.
I am sorry if you thought I do not take things to heart.
I am sorry for cutting our ties, for being a person who cannot be loved once their use ends. Or for being a person you keep as Plan B.
Once I would have believed that I am at fault for pushing people out.
But not now, when I see you standing at the door, not wanting to come in, not wanting to leave my life, not wanting to close the door. Just in case I become useful again.
I have not become a loner. I have not become anti-social.
I just refuse to be kept in dark only because you need a candle.