I don't know if this
happens to everyone else here. Believe it or not,
in real life I am a very
generous and kind person with my
friends. Call it tooting my own horn, but I will let you be the
judge.
I let a friend (male) sleep on my
couch for a year and a half
without paying rent or even
buying food. He wasn't even that good of a
friend. He worked all of 2 weeks total in that span of time. He never looked for a
job. He
mooched like a
madman. He made messes and got huffy when asked to do
housework to earn his keep. Finally, after many many
warnings, we gave him sufficient notice and then
kicked him out.
He then moved in
somewhere else, got a job making 12 bucks an hour (almost double what I make), and got his own apartment. The other day, while at the coffee shop I frequent, I ran into him. I didn't have any cash on me so I asked him to buy me
a cup of coffee.
He got
huffy...
"OHH, wellllllll, I
GUESS."
*jerkily fidgets with pockets making it look like I am bleeding him dry*
Can you believe that? That
mother fucker. He owes me over $2000 dollars and he gets
pissy over one dollar and five cents.
My old sort-of-best-friend, which I don't see much anymore, is the reason I am such a
sucker. We had the oddest
relationship. For as much as he was a
rough-necked thug, he could come and say to me:
"I need 500 dollars"
and we would walk to the
bank, and I would
withdraw $500 and hand it to him and not even ask him when I would get it back, what he was going to use it for or
anything.
some two weeks later he would just hand me 500 bucks. By then I had
generally forgotten all about it.
I don't think he or I once said "You owe me...", "I owe you..." or any combination of those
words. We had
honor, and I think we were very
proud of it.
We were the same kids that stole
people's cars,
sold drugs and
got in fights in dark parking lots with
total strangers.
The man had the pin number to my
ATM card and he made his living fencing car
stereos.
He would
never screw a friend over. He had some sort of strange
Samurai honor thing going for him that just made you always feel safe in trusting him with
money,
secrets or anything. I am not by any means saying that he was a great
individual. He did a lot of ratty things, but you know; as much as the "
intellectual" side of me hates to admit it; I would rather have him as a friend than someone "
honest", who has taken
advantage of your
hospitality and then be a tight-wad prick once he gets a buck in his
pocket.
Food for thought.