I had to let another one go.
My obsessive-compulsive friend Dave has worked on my last nerve so I blocked him on IM last night. This is the same friend from “Do my Timberland boots make me look hip-hop?”
I've tried to help him through his personal problems and tried to be a friend to him, but all I get is nonsense and obstinence in return.
I don’t need an abusive idiot telling me what to do. That's exactly what he was trying to do. He likes to tell people off and instead of him treating me like a friend, he'd rather seethe in his room and try to make moral pronouncements about the world and beat me down if my opinions varied from his in the least.
I had become fearful of even going on IM because I knew that no matter what time it was, Dave would be there. Waiting. Watching. Judging.
So at first I took him off my buddy list. He still kept writng. I tried to be short with him. He couldn’t take the hint. I discussed what was wrong at length. No phase of understanding. No modicum of empathy. Just anger and martyrdom.
So I blocked him. And he signed on under another name and watched me, presumably all night, talk to my other friends. He waited for what he thought was just the right moment and tried to confront me with it.
That was the last straw. The second IM identity was blocked as well.
If you read this, Dave, have a nice life. Please just leave me alone for now. I don’t want to talk about this any further.