Earlier this week I was told that again I am a bad friend. This time it was someone that doesn't even know me. I'd seen that his wife was trying to lose weight and a photo post that was about her feeling comfortable in her own skin. He'd told me that the private message I'd sent his wife about his wife receiving a five year gift of her favorite things (Flamin' hot Cheetos, Oreo, Diet Coke, Little Debbie cupcakes, and M&M's) were filled with things that would work against her losing weight. Not the calories, fat, blah blah blah, but the actual ingredients that people don't know about. Soy oil, cotton seed oil, fake sugars and whatever is in the filling of those cupcakes. I never said that I didn't eat them, but he went on to tell me not to lecture them on how to eat because they're both grown adults. He told me how disrespectful I was to him and his family, and how I consume Red bull and large amounts of alcohol in their presence.
Let's get one thing clear, he doesn't know me. He has no basis for trying to think he knows me. If you want to pass judgement "friend", try to know where that person comes from first. If he knew me at all, those things that I wrote to his wife were not malicious, nor were they intended to make her feel bad or that the gift she so kindly received should be tarnished. I'd never presume to tell someone how to live their life because it is their own choice. If I see a friend that is trying to lose weight and have a big ass diet soda in front of them I am going to say something. Not because I want to save them from the dangers of the fucking soda, but because if you ingest something that you think will make it easier for you to lose weight and it's actually working against you it can hurt and be depressing. Thus starting a cycle of weight gain, "diet", depression, weight gain, etc. A cycle I've seen happen with my own eyes. Why wouldn't I try to save a friend from that? Oh yea, he doesn't know my experiences with that. I guess that makes me an asshole.
Disrespect. Let's talk about that a little bit. When was the last time you came to chill at my place? Never. When was the last time we hung when you needed friends? Whenever. Your daughter's birthday? I was there. Your birthday? Yep. You've never come out to chill will me, to chat about my problems, offered a kind word when I needed one. Don't talk about disrespect when you get friendship and don't give it in return. You attack me on my habits? What do you know about me? I like Red bull and drinking? Wow, maybe you should know that as a kid my Dad used to give me alcohol because he thought it was funny. I process a lot of alcohol pretty fast since childhood. Those sugars get broken down and metabolized in a few hours as well so I don't stay that drunk for long. So please judge me some more on things that I had no control over.
As a side note, I think it's funny that you're out there
reading this. All you're doing is giving me page views. Be happy I didn't call YOU out in a public forum. You think that this little piece of internet is viewed at all? It isn't. It's good to see how classy you aren't. I also didn't read what you wrote because if you've got hard feelings you know where I live... oh wait... no. You don't. If you think that telling me what I can and can't write on my own blog is going to deter me from doing it, you've got another thing coming. I have plenty more to write about you, your family, and everyone else.
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