What does the phrase, "friend" mean to you? Seriously. I mean, what does it even mean to people anymore? Maybe I'm just old-fashioned or something, but being friends used to mean something. Best friends meant even more.
But really? I forgot someone's birthday. Until about the last hour of the day. So I wished her happy birthday! But it wasn't the same. She said it was, quote, "fine" cause her family forgot too. But it isn't. I take things seriously. Forgetting things like that is not preferably my cup of tea. It's all bitter. And, when I say it's not okay, it's not okay. Certain things shouldn't be done. You shouldn't have to be alone on your birthday. And I certainly shouldn't be allowed to do that because no one deserves that.
Oh! It makes me angry. Mostly at myself. Because I forgot something important. And yet, my honor is insulted by this excuse. It's not right. Not fair.
Is it wrong? Am I wrong? Should I be acting like this over such a trivial matter? It's not trivial to me. But it seems to be like that for her. For whatever reason. I'm a stickler for things. When you're close to me, I won't forget things like that. Your problems are my problems. If you're scared, I'll be there for you. If you're sad, I'll be there to listen and comfort you. If you ache, I'd take care of you. You are not an obligation. You are a privilege. And, oft times, I'm not totally perfect. But I try to take care of whatever must needs be done... Is that wrong?
I won't be stopping. I will continue to do what I do. And that means that I will take responsibility for my actions, and also my lack of action. Despite what you may think should be the case. It's not up for debate. It simply is.
ZW
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