That awkward moment when you learn that a friend did you wrong.

I found out today that someone I had considered a friend up to today did me wrong a while back, and has been chummy as hell to me before and afterward.

It doesn’t suck so much to lose a friend like that.  Personally, I think I’m pretty rad about keeping shitty people out of my life.  I have plenty of friends who are trustworthy, and so I have no need for people who aren’t.

I do find, however, that I’m much less angry at the person who wronged me and much more angry at myself for not catching wise.  Then there are all the usual thoughts: Should I confront said person?  Should I hold a grudge?  Should I inform other people that this person isn’t exactly reliable as a friend?

I suspect that the next time we’re in the same place, I’ll make it plain that I know what they did and leave it at that.  Being angry when it won’t change anything will only make me less happy, and if I let them live in my head then they get to fuck me twice.  Being duped like this is just part of being a good friend to others and leading a happy life.  I’d rather be disappointed from time to time than suspicious all the time.

And so life, as it tends to do, goes on.

 

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