Dear Reader-

I’m angry and bit hurt and perplexed. An old friend of mine recently past away. I posted this on the Handblog. So I waited patiently to see when there would be a memorial service for him. I waited and waited-and waited. I picked up the Gay Chicago magazine yesterday and read that the memorial service was July 9! What the hell? Well, two of my ‘best’ friends sure would be interested in this as SURELY, they would have told me if they’d known about it. Well, I’ll bet you know where this is going… They were at the goddamn service, which incidentally was held near my house at the Leather Archive Museum (don’t ask). When I asked the first one about it I was truly stunned that he had went, and I had already spoken with him before and after the event. He apologized profusely and said he thought I knew about it, and even admitted that he was hoping I’d be there as he drove to the event but still didn’t bother to press seven fucking buttons on his phone to let me about the memorial service. We’ll call this person Friend #1. Friend #1 is notorious for selfish behavior-unless it involves him, you’re not likely to hear from him, but deep down he’s a good guy. He’s been kind and generous in the past, but the bottom line is he’s pretty much the center of his universe, and we’ve all come to accept this.

Friend #2 was someone I expected a little more from. The fact that that neither one of them told me either indicates that,

A. They didn’t think it was important, which would be incredibly horrible judgment on their part or

B. They were ashamed, and afraid to tell me, or

C. They both just forgot (as usual), because they were pre-occupied with other things that don’t extend beyond the tips of their noses.

Friend #2 admittedly going through some personal things that may account for some of this ‘forgetfulness’, but I still think a simple call or mention was in order.

I’ve had it. Part of me feel likes Joan when she took away Christina’s dolls in Mommie Dearest. I can’t wait to be able to do the same to them- disappoint them. Let them down, so they know the sting of being betrayed by people you’re supposed to count on. Another part of me wants to acknowledge the anger and move on. An old friend died. The point of this whole stupid episode is to show how important friendship and life are. And I just saw that Lucy episode last night when Lucy buys Ethel the Hostess Pants-you know, the ones for ‘Hosting smart dinner parties’, that Ethel hates and they end up having that big fight and making up at the playthey attend. One of my favorite episodes…

I mean, what if friend #1 or #2 died? They’d probably ‘forget ‘to tell me.
What would YOU do?

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