A little out of line? Maybe.

Ok, so maybe I was a little out of line yesterday. But I think it was more just out of character.

To be honest I debated all morning about whether I should write that post or not. And I obviously decided to write it.

I know of 3 people that read this blog, that friend (rarely but I think he checks it), this friend, and the wife. And those 2 said that they couldn't believe I wrote it.

They both agreed though that I am right in my opinion.

And don't think that this was the only thing that made me think about not being friend's with said friend anymore. Cause it most definitely is NOT.

There have numerous times where we stopped talking because of some stupid thing he did. So I feel justified in my decision, but there is still more to it.

When I met said friend, 8 years ago as a freshman in college, we had similar interests and were obviously at a similar point in our lives.

But now things are different (which is what happens when you get older). I have a family, a good job with a great future (even though I am not a fan of working), a house and other interests that I give my time and effort towards.

And said friend has no family, no real job, no house and much different interests than me.

So when he tells me something I give him advice based on where I am in my life and what my life has taught me. But his life is nowhere near mine and he doesn't not feel like the advice fits.

But that is what our friendship has been based on in the past few years. His life and stories and my advice and opinions.

There have been times when the roles were reversed but usually he would call and tell me something and ask for my opinion. I would give it and he would do the opposite.

And that's how it went. Until a few months ago.

I told him that I didn't want to know about his life anymore. I didn't want him calling and bitching or telling me about his conflicts. And he didn't and it worked for a while.

But now I realize that there really is no friendship outside of those parameters and I don't want to go back there.

Mainly because I get frustrated in dealing with him and I don't need the aggravation. Maybe that is my problem, that I can't just let things go, but it is my problem so I have to do something about it.

So I am.