Blogging has made me a bad friend. Instead of actually checking up on my friends with an e-mail or a phone call, I just read their blogs. It’s gotten to the point that I don’t even comment on their lives. I just think my encouraging/well wishing/friendly thoughts to myself, and assume that they know how I feel.
This has led me into an awkward situation.
It was Devon’s birthday over the weekend, and although I couldn’t attend her festivities, I wished her well in her e-vite (although the well-wishing was included in my explanation of why I couldn’t come). I meant to get her a card or send an e-card or even just an e-mail or phone call or something but I was a little busy cleaning up the camping gear, and work got a little hectic.
I might’ve been able to buck up and get a “sorry I fucked up and didn’t get this before but happy birthday anyway” card – but then I went and read her post-birthday entries. Devon had a good birthday. I commenced thinking “Happy Birthday Devon, here’s to another year as good as or better than the last, well wishes etc. etc. etc. and we’ll go out for birthday beers soon.”
Unfortunately habit took over and the thought was where it ended. No comment, no card, no nothing. And we all know where the road paved with good intentions leads.
So here it is, Thursday, 6 days after her birthday. And here I am, feeling like an ass, looking like a bad friend, and all the while thinking the best thoughts possible about everyone in my life. So apologies for my behaviour as of late if any of my friends are feeling neglected. I care about you, I really do!
Perhaps my New Year’s resolution (because a new year of life on earth starts for me on Sunday) will be to reach out to those I call friends and let you all know exactly how much you mean to me! (or you can all just tell me I’m a bad friend and to fuck off).