Tags: asshats, drama, estrogen, flakes, friends, responsibility
Ya know, I have a lotta friends. If we’re gonna co-ordinate a ride-a-long, I expect a lotta things. Some people are gonna be there. Last night, I co-ordinated a ride home, which, of course, didn’t happen.
Can you say “FLAKES,” boys and girls? (Yes, MULTIPLE.)
I knew you could.
Most of my friends are pretty responsible. But I have others who are, for lack of a better word, flakes. Sure, they can write a blog about how apologetic they are about whatever they’ve done most recently, but damned if they’ll ever just come out and tell me…. It counts just a little more.
I hate it, when I’m out with friends, and I have to put up with the constantly vibrating text alerts asking for advice about ridiculous things. “What should I do? What should I say? Where should I go?”
Now, notice it’s only 11PM.
I would so love to be an irresponsible prick now and again, and not have to take any responsibility for my own actions. Instead, I usually end up doing all the hand-holding.
Now, the addendum to that is … I made the decision to trust the flakes, anyway. And, I sincerely hope the idiots got home okay. *shakes head*
Me, I made sure I did and got another ride.