I don't get mad. Usually. People are nice, the ones who are less nice I stay away from. I don't have that many friends, because I'd rather have a small group of close friends than people who know nothing about you. But the problem with this situation, is that you usually fall in love with at least one of them. And then that person starts to love you back, and he does something he wasn't supposed to do. And something or the other happens and it's all over. Then you have to either leave all your mutual friends or get him to leave. So eventually that group of friends shrinks and disbands, like a bad K-Pop group. So besides losing some friends for the good of the group there's also the blaming and the shouting and the lecturing from the people who say they love you.
You're patient when they accuse you of things you didn't do because you owe it to them. You love them. But when you've gone four rounds of the same "You were so stupid for doing that", "I thought you were smarter than that", "That boy is the scum of the earth incarnate", in one day; it gets a bit on your nerves. And soon you find yourself actually trying to defend yourself. You find yourself actually trying to hold yourself back from screaming "If you're so high and mighty, please just kill me now with your inborn sense of justice!". And then when they start calling your best friend shit, you just see red. And you have to hold the phone away from you as you bite the palm of your hand to stop the profanities just threatening to spill out.
And you nod. And say yes. And you try and be as polite as possible. Because thats the quickest way they can cool off without you looking like a piece of garbage.
And then later, all you can do is cry out of frustration. Or just drink and drink water until the hiccups and the sobs go away. Because really what are you crying for? They won't believe you. They don't think he's worth anything. And your sister wants to hop on a plane and get over here just to slap both of you senseless. So what's the point if they're going to do this every time, with every guy, with every person in your life. Is it too 19th century to become a spinster?
