Goodbye
- I was not talking to you, nor did I address you, nor was I talking about that which you assumed I was talking about. What I was talking about was completely unrelated. Whatever meaning you assigned to it was in your fucking head.
- You are referring to events that happened a year ago, most of which I have forgotten and moved on from, but to clarify:
- Yes, the agreed-upon price was $60 per week, and I didn’t twist your arm into accepting that. You agreed on it of your own accord. If you said more, I would have agreed on more. However, if you look through your bank account records you will find that I did pay considerably more than that, and I did so out benevolence to you, because I knew that you were in a tight spot, and I wanted to help you out.
- When you called me up and asked me to watch the apartment originally, you admitted that it was mainly for selfish reasons. You weren’t doing it out of altruism, you were doing it because you wanted someone to watch your things, which I did. In a lot of situations, when someone housesits for another, they don’t have to pay rent, and sometimes they are even paid for their service. Don’t make out like you were doing me some favour when your intentions were selfish to begin with. If you hired a security company to watch your place, it might cost you around $20 a week or more, and you would still have to pay full rent. I’m not saying that I didn’t gain anything out of our arrangement, but you certainly didn’t lose anything either.
- While you might not remember this, lending someone $2000 is not a small favour for most people. Lending $2000 to a former (current?) drug addict requires a lot of trust. What I’ve done for you seems to be forgotten very quickly.
- It wasn’t me that did those things to your body. That was done by a New Yorker, so stop blaming me, and everybody else, for it. It wasn’t me that did those things to your soul. That was done by you, and probably a long time ago. Furthermore, whatever was done to you, it doesn’t give you the right to bully your friends.
- I left the apartment in a much better state than I found it. You never spent 16 hours in a row cleaning it up before you left as you claimed. You probably never spent 16 hours total cleaning it up in the three years you lived there. I even cleaned it for you a second time, so why are you still angry about it? Even if I was wrong for leaving it as I did, I fixed it. You probably should accept that and move on, otherwise you’re likely to struggle through a long and unhappy existence.
- What I did for you, I never did out of guilt or a sense of obligation. I did it because you were my friend, and I decided to do it for you. It may take you a long time to understand this.
- I don’t owe you anything, and I am not obligated to you in any way. My karma is resolved on this issue.
- You are not my friend.
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Hang on. You never gave me that money. I just said one month would be fine. OK. Done.
I wanted to help you get out of Maitland. I would have been happy to put my shit into storage. But I wanted you to make it. And you did. I’m happy.
I had a drunken party the day I left. A bit of mess. I was late for a flight.
Shit. Sorry. Oh. I’ve already said sorry. But hey, I love that you never seemed to have vaccuumed, and the cleaner was ‘broken’ so much that you couldn’t have done it on your own.
I should have sent it to someone else. Who knew how do vaccuum.
You lent me 2k. And I paid it back in about a week or so. Because I lost my bank card.
It was paid back. As quick as I could.
I never mentioned this NY fellow recently. Trying to forget it.
I don’t understand what this has to do with my friends.
When I asked you what you thought would be fair for rent, you said 60 a week. I was paying nearly 200. But you said, ‘hey, you said that anything that sounds fair to me is fine’. I couldn’t argue with a friend. You had no conscious about that. I paid full rent, and you paid – from what I recall – only one months rent. Over how long?
I guess I’m soft to friends.
When I asked if you wanted to watch my flat, it was mostly to get you going somewhere that wasn’t maitland. It would have been no trouble to get my shit into storage and cancel my contract. Just thought that it’d help you out, living centrally. Where you can live a life.
If you’ve forgotten these events, then you must not be a person of any decency. Fine.
I just wanted to remind you that I lost out without a word of thanks, trying to help, what I thought, was a friend. A good friend. But no. Just another fucker in the world who will take what they want and disregard the rest.
Great person you are.
I give. If I get an honest thanks, I’m happy. I never had that from you. Just ‘oh cool, that’ll be good’. Or something along those lines.
Selfish twat.
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Oh. This drug addict shit? That’s gone years ago, unless you consider tobacco, booze, and prescriptions.
You really are a selfish wanker. Love to chat to you like old times, but I suppose I don’t crap on about how good I am enough to you. I love the success you have now, and am still very happy about it. But what did you leave behind? Betrayal?
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I also liked how you needed to be taught how to clean fucking windows. Fuck.
I cleaned the place, and it was a bit trashed after a fucking party the night before I left. Sorry.
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You could be a friend to me. Hell. If you ever asked for anything, I’d help.
I don’t cut people off for their brief stupidity after taking a loan from someone’s life. Interest free.
Peace.
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it all comes down to this: you don’t make it easy for me to be your friend.
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Shit. Did I forget? That 2k loan was repaid in a week. After I lost my card in an ATM and was stuck. I appreciated that. And thanked you… Many times.
I won’t forget that. That was appreciated. Like when I told you. Many times over.
So, a small thing like that, I won’t say goodbye, as that was a huge help. But I wonder if you’ll ever do such a thing again.
After you’ve painted me as a fucking drug addict. Or such. Things I haven’t touched in many years.
You try and say that it was drug money? You’re bloody twisted. Who are you?
What happened to you?
Oh. You lost something… And turned it into false pride.
I could have bloody paid 20 beans a week to store my shit. Or I could give a friend a place to stay for cheap. Which you seemed to manipulate me into feeling that ‘any fair price for you is fine by me’.
’60 dollars’
‘um’
’60 dollars’
‘OK, fuckit. I get a friend out of a hole called Maitland’. A small thanks will do. I lost out. Good. Glad you’re happy, and have twisted things to remove your feelings of guilt.
An honest thanks. Would have been nice.
You aren’t familliar. Who are you? Oh. David D’s lovechild.
You are so proud. Amazing. Proud of what?
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” it all comes down to this: you don’t make it easy for me to be your friend.”
Thanks. An honest thanks. That’s all. But, if you’re too prudish and proud and selfish to say thanks to so many months of free rent, and make up shit about a loan which was paid back in… Well, I think probably about three days…
Well.
What should I think?
Do I feel used?
Yes.
Should I feel used?
Yes.
Reading your blog (actually haven’t for many months), I think you’ve used far too many.
I was caught between helping someone I thought was a friend, and having someone completely oblivious to the fact that I was genuinely going out of my way to help you.
Neat.
Does this make ANY sense? Probably not. You aren’t who I know. Not the person I’ve known for well over a dozen years, anyway.
That’s cool. You can impress your new friends. And forget that you were once a decent person. Someone who thought about things that weren’t so bloody selfish.
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Kurt Robinson Reply:
September 12th, 2009 at 4:15 pm
you broke my heart, jim.
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sorry to butt in here, but just forget about this shit and in a couple of years meet up and have a few beers or something.
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my shout too
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Luke? Would you have a beer in a few years with some twat who was perfectly happy to forget anything which inconveniences an elastic ego?
Someone who brings in silly rhetoric and sarcasm to ignore lies and twistings of facts?
I really tried to help him out when he was still living in his partents place; get him out of there and into the real world.
I was ripped off, and now I’m being lied to about the prices of rent, a loan which he seems to have turn into something otherwise, being told I’m a drug addict…
Yeah. I did spend 16 hours cleaning the place. Then I had a party. A going away party. It was messy after that again, but fuck, I had a flight to catch. Sorry.
It was also pretty cool that you didn’t seem to vaccuum once, because a tiny bit of plastic broke one attachment and probably would have given you an extra couple of minutes work.
I fucking put a lot of effort into helping someone get their dreams after being a pathetic mouse, living in his parents place for a good part of his 20s doing fuck all, and get told that I’m mad.
I gave the guy about one or two months notice that I’d need my flat back. He only checked one place out. So, I had to stay elsewhere. That’s fine. He was a friend, and I couldn’t boot him out onto the street. Although as time went by, I became caught in a dilema of helping a friend or getting my fucking place back.
And you know what?
I only managed to get my place back without being made to feel guilty in asking when my fucking mother was down there, expecting to stay. She even had to spell out how you can store things. Fucking hell.
Well, yeah. Of course I’d be mad at that.
So Luke, I don’t think a beer in a few years will be likely with this peronality. And he says that I don’t make it easy to be friends? After bloody public blog post about me?
Right.
Makes sense. Really.
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Yeah. It’d drive anyone else crazy too. Along with posting this falsified blog post. How can your karma be clean on this, anyway? Unless you have an exceedingly poor memory or have aspergers or something. Oh well.
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Gawsh!
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wow. nice vent. good to see the blood is pumping.
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