June is a Mixed Bag

June is a Mixed Bag

Today is National Best Friends Day.

There are two people I used to consider my best friends.

One I haven’t spoken to since Prince died, because she texted me about it during lunch, but never replied to my text about inviting her to my birthday party.

This was one of the big ones and my best friend wasn’t there and she didn’t even wish me a happy birthday.

But yes, Prince’s death was tragic enough to warrant a text.

The other I last spoke to a week after my birthday. She’s getting married in the next few days.

I wasn’t invited.

I wasn’t told when she got engaged.

I found out on Facebook.

Friendships are truly a funny thing.

It was National Cancer Survivor Day three days ago.

My last few biopsies have been negative.

Am I a survivor?

6 thoughts on “June is a Mixed Bag

  1. Sorry about the friends letting you down like that. I don’t have a best friend at present; the Dallas friend who had been the closest visited us with his wife a few months ago, and we found them pushy and annoying. Makes me wonder, were they always that way and I didn’t notice, or have they changed since he started making good money? I’ve also ended up with distance from some of my sisters. We had a big confrontation with a niece and broke off contact with her a couple of years ago, and during a recent visit to LA, it was clear that her mom is still angry at me about that. It appeared that she had tainted another sister’s relationship with us, too.

    I started to watch a Prince movie the other night, but then during a commercial break I discovered that Colombia was playing Paraguay, so I didn’t watch the rest of the movie. It was weird anyway; he performed with tape and paint on his face, had this weird beard and massive hair, ran around in a big black coat on a motorcycle, and seemed to share a club with a bunch of rappers and stuff.

  2. It’s odd how friendships change. I’m sorry you’ve had these experiences 😦 . I understand friendship isolation. I am very much in the midst of that now. Some aspects of it I realize I did to myself and some I have no clue about. Friendships need to be organic and comfortable.

    Biopsies… Scary word. I am very glad everything is okay. I send positive thoughts to you (often actually). Birthdays can seem arduous. We are suppose to be happy. It’s expected. I hope some good things happened that day. Things that made you smile. I hope that everyday. peace always

  3. I’m glad you’ll be with us many times more to disappoint you :D….heee hee har har har. 😀 happy belated birthday for whatever age your sunglasses in the mirror sparkler look says you feel like being. I remember a slightly depressing gag of mom writing out one of my years destinies to be that of being involved in a threesome and you just know it i thought of the one at the time! – turns out she was indeed involved in a threesome dumping/cheating the friend of his hopes of that ldr always talking to me after…and found out the threesome was then a twosome losing the better of the two then the young punk turned up on fb 2 weeks later engaged to a new gal heh…my jilted friend laughed uproariously….I got to share all the news, I didn’t get any…how annoying. I lost lost lost lost and lost …..I canceled my cellphone as who the hell needs to pay sixty a month to tell a friend he’s le dumped and I was the useful seconded banana. ? or many a pause in time led to the news like yours they were lovey dovey and or the bestest of pals then six weeks of silence and the wedding to another is on or the house is for sale she’s moving on… I mean hand me a tissue already it’s effing b.s., wanna hit up some of the good pizza pie?

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