How easily people forget....

Somebody finally hates me. (I think so!)

Yes, cute adorable me! (Haha!)

Finally.

I've always made it a point to not make enemies, at least not intentionally. I can't help it if they don't like my face or something right. (And seriously, if you really don't like my face, there's seriously nothing I can do to change it, unless you want to give me the money to go for plastic surgery!)

Anyway, back to the point. This time round, because of my natural tendency to want to stand up for the people I care about, and also that I couldn't curb that irrestible urge to spoof other people, I think somebody finally hates me.

And I don't care. Well, at least part of me don't care, because at the end of the day, some friendships are just not worth it. Especially if the person has made up her mind to write me off.

But, another part of me feels disappointed, disappointed because I just don't get how easily people forget.

How easily people forget, how a certain someone has gone out of their way to cover her duties when she went on holiday, and how that certain someone has gone the extra mile to help, not because she has to, but because she was trying to help.

How easily people forget, that another someone has listened to her whining and her crap, and entertained her when she's bored, and had lunch with her when nobody else wanted to.

How easily people forget, that that same someone, carried her water-bottle for her for two whole days, just because it will make an ugly bulge in her nice bag.

And she won't know this of course, because she didn't take the trouble to find out, but just took offense so easily, but a certain someone has never uttered a single malicious word of gossip about her, and has even defended her sometime, and it's for my dear friend that I feel that deep sense of injustice.

As for me, I guess it's because I was cunningly trying to find fodder for gossip when I offered to just sit with her and hear her complaints and accompany her when she's just so angry and frustrated she cried. I'm not even sure why I tried to help her smoothen over the mess she made with her tactless offensive remarks, and tried to get her colleague to go out of the way to help her. (She went more than the extra mile; she went an extra 10 miles just to hand her work nicely back to her, the way she demanded it!)

And how about the time I was kind of concerned about her, and tried to give her good advice. (Of course it was crap advice to her, just because it wasn't the kind of advice that tickled her ears.)

But of course, she doesn't get it.

Well, I guess I'm just stoopid.

And I guess some people just have bad memories.