Dizzy Talks About Friends and Friends That Sometimes Attack

Such a generic topic, is it not? I mean, friends, they're just so...there. I can't say how much they mean to us all and how they make such a difference in all of us. They bring out the best in us, they bring out the best in us. Sometimes though, it's the latter and not the former. But they're our friends, we protect them, we stand up for them, and sometimes we occasionally tear them down.

When Dizzy was younger, I suffered through bullying and harassment. I got it all, from not being included in playing games, to called names. It was horrible. I was very smart and had no friends. But I wasn't a smart jerk though. I was very nice. When someone called me a name, I wouldn't say anything back (well, mostly. You can only take so much...). And I dreamed of one day having friends. Even though that sounds pathetic, it was truth. Eventually I got a friend, a neighbor, but we sort of drifted farther apart.

Not having friends when you're young, once again, sucks. Something about feeling isolated takes a toll on us.But now, thankfully, I have friends. I have best friends and really good friends. I love them very much, and they return that love. However...sometimes....friends act up. Sometimes they do something that makes you feel like utter crap. Even though they are your friends, they may act like they aren't. And now I will give you an example.

Okay. So it all began with a simple post of their Facebook wall. Innocent, I just wanted them to see something and talked about how epic it was. Then, an hour later, they attack me. They insult me, talk bad about me, and just a bunch of other hurtful stuff. It was a freaking nightmare. How could someone so close to me do something like this? The closer you are to someone, the more it hurts. And this, hurt. Then we went into a textual exchange which mad me even more upset. I'm not going to list what was said, or that person's name but it honestly made me sad, angry, and upset. Eventually it ended with...an apology. An apology that I found out wasn't much of an apology. Now, I did absolutely nothing wrong. Sometimes, you don't have to do anything at all for someone to hurt you. That night, I barely got any sleep still fuming about it.

The next day when I went to volunteer at a program (Breakthrough, I'll talk more about that later, in a post), I printed out all of what was said, another post, and formspring questions. I gave them to my friend while walking and he said he already knew. He had looked at it already. Later, he showed my other friend what had happened, and ANOTHER of my friends saw it prior. We wondered why it happened and why they would attack me. Me talking about it got a lot off my chest and I felt a little better, not a lot. So later in the day, I talked with them via aim. That conversation was long, and it was tiring but it was fruitful. We resolved things, we patched things up, and now we're cruising along easy. But when that happened, it hurt and I recognize that.

So friends, good, bad, they make an influence on us. And I still love that friend who hurt me, and I forgive them. We do some pretty messed up things, but how we fix them is what matters. And to conclude this little post I'd like to shout out to all those that make my life a living fairytale. So, till next time, this has been another blog post by yours truly, Dizzy.