i’m confused. i’m not sure if i really did something that bad and wrong to deserve to be told to fuck off and to get the fuck out of my (so-called) best friend’s house.
my bff (who is a guy) and i have been hanging out daily for almost 2 weeks straight. a long time ago he asked me to help him go through his garage and get together some things that he needs to sell. i agreed to help, whenever that would be. this was months ago. i have tried multiple times to get him motivated to get into that garage and make him some money. it has been futile. so early last week he said he finally wants to do it on thursday. no problem, i’m here to help. since i’ve been hanging out with him, i’ve been neglecting my other friend, and since she’s on vacation for a week, i decided to text her on wednesday and plan a hike for friday (since i committed myself to helping him on thursday). thursday came around and once again i tried to get him to get into his garage and go through his stuff. he said he didn’t feel like it and decided he wanted to go play frisbee instead. ok, sure. no problem, i can’t turn down an afternoon outside in the beautiful cali sunshine. he said that as long as he has a list by monday of the stuff he wants to sell, it’s all good. the day went by, and at 11pm he was falling asleep on the couch. since i had plans for the next day, i decided it was time for me to leave. i got my stuff together and went to leave when he asked me what i’m doing. i told him i’m going home, i made plans for friday with other friend. he popped up off his couch and raised his voice, telling me that i agreed to help him go through the garage friday. i told him no, i agreed to help him today (thursday) and that he didn’t want to, maybe we can do it saturday? he flipped out. he yelled at me that he told me mid afternoon that he wanted to do it friday. i never heard him say anything to that affect, i honestly don’t think he said that. i told him, what’s the big deal, it’s waited this long and he said as long as it’s done by monday, we have all weekend. he stood up, told me to fuck off and to get the fuck out of his house. i tried telling him it’s not a big thing, we have all weekend, and that he said that monday was his ‘deadline’. (mind you, this project has been in the ‘works’ since november). he kept telling me to get the fuck out of his house. all i could say was, wow. that’s really nice of you to tell me to fuck off. i grabbed my stuff, and without engaging in any sort of yelling fight, i told him he was being a huge dick. i’m sure he called me something else, but i just shook my head and said i’m not arguing. then i left.
that was on thursday. friday morning i texted him saying ‘i’m sorry i didn’t mention earlier that i was hanging out with other friend, that was not cool. telling me to fuck off and to get the fuck out of your house was not cool either’. i didn’t get a response.
in fact, it’s sunday, and i still haven’t heard from him.
i admit that i should have told him that i had plans for the next day. but he just assumed that i didn’t. he never asks me if i have anything going on. but i’ve been banging my head against the wall trying to figure out if what i did was really that bad? i mean, there’s never been a hurry to do this thing anyway, jeez, it’s been since november. i was being nice when i agreed to help him go through his stuff, it’s not like i wanted to. but all of a sudden, it’s a huge ordeal.
did it really warrant being told to fuck off?
help!
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