It took me a long time to work out that simply, life is too short to put up with arseholes.
I can think offhand of three people who I put up with for years because they were “friends” and because when they put their mind to it they could be good company. Unfortunately, the rest of the time they were a word that the swear filter won’t let me type.
And the thing was, this wasn’t an isolated opinion. Everyone else who knew them thought pretty much the same things, but no-one ever did anything about it. We all just grumbled quietly to each other and put up with these disruptive buggers out of a sense of, I don’t know, guilt? Pity?
I’m not sure what the solution was (other than for one who I told directly to sort their behaviour out or GTF), but ultimately it got to a point where I’d be refusing to go out if they were there. Over time, others were saying the same thing and making the same decision, and eventually the problems presumably found someone else to latch on to and leech the life out of.
Because make no mistake, these people are parasites. My life has been immeasurably better without them in it. Cut them loose, and do it now.
a swift knee to the happy sacks she will drop like anyone else
Is she an Emohawk?