So, when Joseph skipped my birthday to go out of town, plans he made after I mentioned my birthday, I was really angry. I bought him Wilfred, threw him a surprise party. It just didn't make sense to me that I could've been caring about someone who doesn't really give a shit about me. But at the behest of our mutual friends, I succumbed, buried by anger, and tried to fix it. On the day after my birthday, the 18th, at the gas station, he was saying how he went to Johnny's and the moment they tried to skate, it started raining. I couldn't help myself and, "Karma" just popped out of my mouth. He heard me and said, "I didn't really want to skate anyway, so it's not really karma..."
We dropped everyone off and went to his house so he could eat. There, he said, "Me and Johnny watched the first season of Wilfred." And I said, "Yeah? Wasn't that your birthday present?" and we didn't talk for another ten minutes. In his car, on the way back to my place, he goes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to miss your birthday." And I was honest, I didn't just pretend everything was fine, I said, "I don't really know what to say to that, man. I've already decided to be over it." I asked him, "So, did you get me anything and I just got mad before you could give it to me?" and he said, "No." So I said, "I don't how to say this any clearer, Christmas matters to me. Don't skip Christmas." And he fucking nodded. And so we spent the week trying to act normal and then on Christmas Eve he fucking comes to my house, tells me Johnny's coming over, too.
Once again, we have to swing by a gas station. I asked him before we parked at the pump, "So, you coming over to smoke. Was that for Christmas?" and he says, "What?" like he has no idea what I'm talking about. I don't answer him. I get out, pump the gas, pay, get back in the car and say, "So, where's my Christmas present?" And he says, AND I QUOTE, "I told you! Um, no... I didn't get you anything... Yet." And by the way, if you had heard that Yet, you'd have known like I did that it was total bullshit. I think I was so mad, I just stopped feeling it. It wasn't like my birthday, where we argued three times in a day over the phone. Instead, it just settled instantly and I was numb.
At my house, Johnny showed up, and Joseph spent the entire time in my room texting, trying to get a plan together to ditch me on Christmas for the same slut who has been not putting out and teasing him for three months. I just talked to Johnny and played games and then I watched the first episode of Dexter's latest season with Johnny cause he hadn't seen it yet and he's just as into it as I am. And after that went off, they left. So I went to my room and turned off all the lights.
I could not sleep... I was furious, sad, disappointed that my best friend is such a selfish prick. So I finally texted him...
4:38am 12/25 from CHARLES:
I have laid awake for four hours because I'm fucking stunned that you actually didn't get me a gift. I mean, I really should've seen it coming. But I thought after I bought you Wilfred and threw you a party and then you got me nothing and left town, that when we talked about it and I said TO YOUR FACE that Christmas matteres, don't skip Christmas, and I bought you a fucking awesome pipe, that there was no way you would... And then you did it anyway. You could've so easily picked up a giftcard or anything when you were out spending $100 on XXXXX. But that would mean you considered how I might feel, and it turns out you're allergic to giving a fuck... Yeah, can I just get that shit back? How about your Christmas present to me this year is Wilfred and that pipe and then we call it quits? Yep.
Of course, the pussy had no balls and never wrote back. Instead, he tried to call me twice that night and I rejected both calls. So he finally sends me a text:
11:36pm 12/25 from JOSEPH:
I heard you have Kyle. I'm coming over to give him his beer. You don't want me there? I'll leave as soon as I give it to him.
CHARLES: K
And then Kyle gets a text and goes outside. A couple minutes later, I walk out there and - I can't fucking believe it - I actually told him, "Look. You can come in if you want. I'm a better friend than you, is all. I'll live." And I walked away. He said he was going to pick up Sean and Cay, which pissed me off because they were supposed to be hanging with me. But then, when I walk inside, Kyle says, "He said he hasn't cried over a gift since he was five." I was like, "What? When?" and Kyle says, "Just now at his car." And that was it for me.
Couple of points... I didn't cry. It's not the gift, it's the emotional negligence that infuriated me. Chris and Brit got me a poster, you know? And I don't care if it was three bucks or fifteen. They took a second out of their day to show me they give a fuck. And I completely appreciate that kind of thing. In fact, to ignore Christmas, especially when warned five days ago that it's not gonna turn out great, and to just fucking do it anyway... I felt the ultimate disrespect. I felt stupid for caring so much about him, for doing anything for him ever.
11:49 12/25 from CHARLES:
Last time I cried over a gift, huh? Fuck you. Stay the fuck away from me. You're a pussy, a piece of shit, and we aren't friends.
JOSEPH:
My brother didn't get me anything for Xmas today, you think I hate him for it? Nah. Because that would be stupid. If that's the way you want it, then so be it. I guess I'm better off.
CHARLES:
Your brother sounds like a douche. Must run in the family.
JOSEPH: Haha, have fun being angry for a week.
CHARLES: You ruin everything. No wonder you chase that skank. Good luck not getting laid for the next three weeks.
JOSEPH: LOL
CHARLES: Hey, if you wanna fight, I'm dying to draw blood.
(I was very drunk at this point, but I totally would've brawled in my driveway, though no one at my house would've let me. I'm peace-loving when sober, so...)
JOSEPH: Go for it.
12:08am 12/26 from CHARLES:
K.
Then a few minutes go by before Sean tells me that Joseph was going to break the $40 glass pipe I bought him for Christmas. I'm sure the remainder of the story was that Sean actually took it so we couldn't break it. But I missed it, being drunk and angry and already sending this message...
12:15am 12/26 from CHARLES:
You break that pipe, you owe me forty. Just give it back and stay the fuck away after that.
JOSEPH: I actually wouldn't owe you anything cause it was a gift. But oh, how I wanted to shatter it. Sean and Cay have it. Same with Wilfred. I'd like my pipe and the ash tray I made you back since we're stopping to this level.
And all the weed I've smoked with you, too! JK on that one.
(Yeah, you better JK that one. Considering the way I funded out whole group of friends until Micah got a job and even after that, too. Like there's an amount of weed out there that would possible make up for the two years I carried his ass.)
And money for all the times I've bought you food. JK on that one, too.
(I assumed these JKs were legit, because he literally has no argument against his actions. He was a selfish prick. There's no way to see it but that way. And even he knows that. And the same comment applies -- I carried him for two years, including meals.)
CHARLES: Awww, if only your words mattered. Fail.
JOSEPH: Whatevs, dude. You brought this all on yourself.
CHARLES: Yes, I choose pricks to love, that's true. You fucked up.
JOSEPH: How can this be my fault? And don't even say it's because I didn't get you anything for Christmas.
(This comment confused the fuck out of me. And now that I'm sober and caught up on sleep, it still makes no sense. I mean, what ELSE is there? Of course it's about Christmas. And my birthday. And all the times we talk and he nods like he understands and then goes right back to doing whatever he wants at all times as though we never even talked. It's a lot of shit, sure, but there ain't no way around the Christmas thing. I told him... days ago... don't do this... and he did it anyway. It is all his fault. So I said...)
CHARLES: Boring. Fuck off.
JOSEPH: Seriously, though. I want shit back just as I gave you your shit back.
CHARLES: Everything you gave me is already in a bag from that dumb shit you pulled last month.
(This has been a long time coming... Last month, he got mad at me and quit talking to me for a week. That was really the beginning of the end, I think. But I'm the one that does the walking away. Not the other person. So I let it get fixed because I wanted the power position. Judge me all you want for that, but I wouldn't go toe to toe with me if I were you.)
JOSEPH: Sean and Cay have your stuff. I'll be there shortly to get my stuff.
When he got to my driveway, I gave him his bag of junk and told him right there in my driveway... How can you be such a liar? How can you tell me I'm your best friend and you love me and then pull this shit? It's because you're a pussy. I have given you every fucking opportunity to tell me you wanted distance or needed space and you don't. You say, 'No, it's not that.' and pretend everything's cool. But you're a fucking liar. You don't have the balls to say shit to my face. You don't give a fuck about your friends.
And he tried to start laughing. Like that was ridiculous, of course he cares about his friends. So I continued, angrier, louder. Oh, you think money and weed makes people care about you? I tried that shit for years. Doesn't work. Nobody gives a fuck about you. You take away the drugs and see what you have left.
And then I'm sure Brittany and Sean sat out there convincing him they care. I don't really know. I didn't ask. Now, I was starting to feel sick. And as I start throwing up, I watch as the rest of my supposed friends leave. No, no one stayed to take care of me, or make sure I didn't choke on vomit. They left. And I assume they went to Joseph's, but that's just cause he has drugs and money. No surprises there.
So I've decided, now that this is the state of things in my life, I'm un-enrolling from school. I'm packing my shit. I'm driving away. I got an invite to move in with some friends in Washington state. I'm leaving Kentucky at the end of the year, maybe as late as February so I can use my tax refund to pad my savings account. But I don't want to be here anymore. I don't need to push anyone else away. And I don't need to have friends who make me translate their actions. Yes, I realize that Joseph wanting to shatter the pipe is actually fueled by the opposite of what it looks like. If he didn't care, he wouldn't feel the need to clear my gifts from his life. God knows I'm doing that same thing because of how much I care. But it's not enough for me to just have to know. What? Every single time Joseph ignores something important to me, with or without a specific warning from me not to ignore it, I have to let it all go? I have to be the bigger man, right? Let him be a dumbfuck 19yo idiot and just pretend he doesn't hurt my feelings every four days? Friends are supposed to make you feel good and he's been making feel like shit for going on a year now. So, yeah. Fuck that shit. Running away sounds way better than that shit.