Bittersweet One
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Ha ha, here we go.....
So today I decided to let him have it. I was all brave and like "fuck yeah, I'm totally doing this!", but when I was actually in the room with him it became very hard. Like I've said he becomes really defensive instantly.
Anyway. I told him that I feel like he's be treating me like crap recently (something that other employees have complained to me about). He got all bent out of shape and was like "I don't know what you're even talking about, give me an example." So I said, 'like when you said you were going to punch my face'. He just rolled his eyes and said "You want to think whatever you want, you're crazy!" We just sat shaking our heads at each other. Then I added, 'I just wish you would say sorry sometimes or even thanks'. He just gave me a dirty, sarcastic look.
Then I said "I also have this sentence that you said stuck in my head, 'He's just this fucking loser that has no friends', something you said about someone that is clearly your really good friend." He looked caught off guard and I could tell that the wheels were turning, I added 'I mean, if you think that about your best friend, what the hell do you think about me. I mean, I'm trying to be your friend and wanted to hang out with you. So what am I supposed to think?' He just said "Well, I don't even knew you." I said "Exactly.", but thought nice dodge there. Nice of you to turn it around on me and not actually answer my question.
The subject changed and I said that I wasn't mature enough or mentally capable of being his friend anymore. He looked so pissed and like he couldn't believe it. He just shook his head, smiling a bitter smile. I added, 'It sucks, cause I felt like we were actually friends this time and without all the bullshit like before and I don't want to walk away, but I just can't even do this anymore.' He said "Yeah, we were cool [while] here." which made me realize we were never going to hang out and it wasn't even going to be anything beyond talking to each other at work, which made me sad. I added 'I'm just not able to.....' I told him all I want is to stay professional. He said "Okay, whatever you want." He then said he was sorry if he made me feel bad or hurt my feelings in anyway.
I said I hoped he wasn't pissed, but of course he was. He disappeared for two hours. Then of course his 'friend' showed up later. I didn't think Ben would want him to come around in light of stuff, but nope. I saw them run down the hall. I know all of Ben's smoke spots and I took a gamble and went and stood beside a particular emergency exit he likes and listened. I could hear Ben yelling something to his friend (something like 'yeah, hurry', but angry) and then I could hear the sounds of inhaling through a bong. I was too scared to stay by the door, they were probably going to come through any minute and there I'd be (all of us caught).
Like five minutes later, I was talking to him like nothing happened, but kept it professional, mind you he's high as fuck (is weed that instant?). I had a problem that I genuinely didn't know how to solve and I needed him to show me and as I walked behind him I could smell the weed on him. He was being nice to me at this point, but 20 minutes later, he came off it.
Stuff kept coming up and I had to talk to him, but it was all work related. We closed tonight and and a couple minutes before we are about to leave he announces that our general manager is on his way and would probably be there really soon. I get a bit panicked and I say, "Wait, hold on. Wait." and he stops as I add "This isn't me caring okay, [STRIKE]but, it is.....[/STRIKE]" I lean in and smell him, with the intent of telling him if he was okay or not for when our general manger is coming. I nod and say "Okay....." He struts into the office with a small smile on his face.
I walk in a little after him and say "Look...." he interrupts with a huge grin on his face "Yeah Bitter?" I repeat "Look, when it comes down to it, really comes down to it, if you needed my help I have your back and I wouldn't let anything happen to you." His smile gets even bigger and he softly says "I know Bitter, I know." I laugh and say "I'm sorry I'm so fucking crazy." He laughs and says "Yeah, you are." I finish by saying "I just don't think I can do this, yeah know? I don't know....." He softly adds, "Yeah, I know. I've been there before. I know. Its okay...." We finish up whats left and leave right as our GM shows up.
[STRIKE]Who wants to bet a peso that we are friends again by next weekend?[/STRIKE]
I think I've come to the stage called "acceptance". I guess I needed this little freak out to help me really see the truth. We are never going to be friends like what I wanted. I don't do drugs and that is his entire life, so trying to be apart of that isn't possible.
I'm still a little jealous of his relationships with his friends, but I just have to remember that its all about drugs (or whatever). So, I have to stop caring. Whats the fucking point? Right, there isn't one! I also just really need to focus on the real friends that I have. So that's what I'm doing. Duh,
I feel much lighter and happier then I have in a while. The whole thing is just so, whatever to me now.
Anyway, I think I may have meet someone.
Exciting times ahead.
So today I decided to let him have it. I was all brave and like "fuck yeah, I'm totally doing this!", but when I was actually in the room with him it became very hard. Like I've said he becomes really defensive instantly.
Anyway. I told him that I feel like he's be treating me like crap recently (something that other employees have complained to me about). He got all bent out of shape and was like "I don't know what you're even talking about, give me an example." So I said, 'like when you said you were going to punch my face'. He just rolled his eyes and said "You want to think whatever you want, you're crazy!" We just sat shaking our heads at each other. Then I added, 'I just wish you would say sorry sometimes or even thanks'. He just gave me a dirty, sarcastic look.
Then I said "I also have this sentence that you said stuck in my head, 'He's just this fucking loser that has no friends', something you said about someone that is clearly your really good friend." He looked caught off guard and I could tell that the wheels were turning, I added 'I mean, if you think that about your best friend, what the hell do you think about me. I mean, I'm trying to be your friend and wanted to hang out with you. So what am I supposed to think?' He just said "Well, I don't even knew you." I said "Exactly.", but thought nice dodge there. Nice of you to turn it around on me and not actually answer my question.
The subject changed and I said that I wasn't mature enough or mentally capable of being his friend anymore. He looked so pissed and like he couldn't believe it. He just shook his head, smiling a bitter smile. I added, 'It sucks, cause I felt like we were actually friends this time and without all the bullshit like before and I don't want to walk away, but I just can't even do this anymore.' He said "Yeah, we were cool [while] here." which made me realize we were never going to hang out and it wasn't even going to be anything beyond talking to each other at work, which made me sad. I added 'I'm just not able to.....' I told him all I want is to stay professional. He said "Okay, whatever you want." He then said he was sorry if he made me feel bad or hurt my feelings in anyway.
I said I hoped he wasn't pissed, but of course he was. He disappeared for two hours. Then of course his 'friend' showed up later. I didn't think Ben would want him to come around in light of stuff, but nope. I saw them run down the hall. I know all of Ben's smoke spots and I took a gamble and went and stood beside a particular emergency exit he likes and listened. I could hear Ben yelling something to his friend (something like 'yeah, hurry', but angry) and then I could hear the sounds of inhaling through a bong. I was too scared to stay by the door, they were probably going to come through any minute and there I'd be (all of us caught).
Like five minutes later, I was talking to him like nothing happened, but kept it professional, mind you he's high as fuck (is weed that instant?). I had a problem that I genuinely didn't know how to solve and I needed him to show me and as I walked behind him I could smell the weed on him. He was being nice to me at this point, but 20 minutes later, he came off it.
Stuff kept coming up and I had to talk to him, but it was all work related. We closed tonight and and a couple minutes before we are about to leave he announces that our general manager is on his way and would probably be there really soon. I get a bit panicked and I say, "Wait, hold on. Wait." and he stops as I add "This isn't me caring okay, [STRIKE]but, it is.....[/STRIKE]" I lean in and smell him, with the intent of telling him if he was okay or not for when our general manger is coming. I nod and say "Okay....." He struts into the office with a small smile on his face.
I walk in a little after him and say "Look...." he interrupts with a huge grin on his face "Yeah Bitter?" I repeat "Look, when it comes down to it, really comes down to it, if you needed my help I have your back and I wouldn't let anything happen to you." His smile gets even bigger and he softly says "I know Bitter, I know." I laugh and say "I'm sorry I'm so fucking crazy." He laughs and says "Yeah, you are." I finish by saying "I just don't think I can do this, yeah know? I don't know....." He softly adds, "Yeah, I know. I've been there before. I know. Its okay...." We finish up whats left and leave right as our GM shows up.
[STRIKE]Who wants to bet a peso that we are friends again by next weekend?[/STRIKE]
I think I've come to the stage called "acceptance". I guess I needed this little freak out to help me really see the truth. We are never going to be friends like what I wanted. I don't do drugs and that is his entire life, so trying to be apart of that isn't possible.
I'm still a little jealous of his relationships with his friends, but I just have to remember that its all about drugs (or whatever). So, I have to stop caring. Whats the fucking point? Right, there isn't one! I also just really need to focus on the real friends that I have. So that's what I'm doing. Duh,

I feel much lighter and happier then I have in a while. The whole thing is just so, whatever to me now.
Anyway, I think I may have meet someone.
Exciting times ahead.








