(Yes, I digress, LOL). If you didn’t read the first part of this blog for perspective, I recommend that you do it now. Go ahead. We’ll wait:
The reason that I tell you all of what I did in the first blog is that I’m now going to tell you a sad story about entitlement and my calling bullshit on a friend when she’s talking in circles.
I met this friend through her sister, my very good friend and bowling partner, and while I try to be kind, I also find myself caught between the two sisters on occasion (and I never want one person’s friendship with me tested due to my friendship with the other – sibling issues are never easy !).
Here’s our morning’s circular conversation verbatim (although the names have been changed to hide who I’m talking to):
(See, this is where I become “hard hearted Hannah” because I just don’t understand how someone can wallow in being unhappy and yet not do a practical thing in order to help get themselves out of the situation that’s making them miserable).
(I’ve been told that I don’t play well with others. In fact, that I don’t know how to “play” at all. Well, when it comes to impractical thinking with real-world consequences, they are right. I just don’t “play” on the important stuff. Oh, and my spelling / grammar suffer when I’m in conversational mode – please ignore the typos).
So, this is where we left the conversation over 2 hours ago, and I still sit here wondering at what I did wrong with regard to her pity party, and hoping that I did something right in terms of tough love to help snap her out of it. I have hoped that I have been fair but honest. Kind even, without justifying her pity party and continued poor decisions.
No answers here. I just know that I can’t allow myself to be sucked into the spiral of someone else’s craziness. It’s truly a contagion that I don’t want to deal with as I cannot afford the cost.