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THREAD: It was sometime around Halloween in 1999 that I had a friend break up with me. He said he didn& #39;t want to be friends anymore because I had too many problems and he had too many problems of his own (among them: being a bad friend).
I& #39;m sure I had been clingy and needy. I had a crush on him, which he didn& #39;t reciprocate. A simple, "We can be friends but I& #39;m not interested in romance" would have sufficed, but hey, we were both closeted BYU students. Neither of us was in a good place, emotionally.
My feelings were hurt, but I got over it. I went on to be treated much worse by much handsomer people.
But I was proud of myself because NOT ONCE did I ever try to contact him after that. We even had friends in common, so it would have been easy to say, "Tell [this guy] I said hello." He& #39;d probably have been open to reconciliation after years had passed. But I& #39;m a man of my word.
You don& #39;t want to be friends with me? I WILL NOT BE FRIENDS WITH THE HELL OUT OF YOU.
And it& #39;s not a grudge! If he ever reached out to me, I& #39;m sure I& #39;d accept it. But he said he didn& #39;t want me to contact him anymore, so I haven& #39;t. I am a man of my word.
Anyway, the reason I& #39;m sharing this is that it& #39;s been 20 years and this is by far the longest commitment I& #39;ve ever kept, the end.
When he dies, I think going to his funeral would be OK, as that& #39;s not contacting him. A seance would be inappropriate, however.
