Monday, February 6, 2012

Artificial Friends

"These guys are cool - for a bunch of mimes."  ~  Beavis and Butthead (about KISS)

Now that my back wounds have started to heal from all of the back stabbings, I guess enough time has elapsed for Brother Bill to begin another rant.  This time I would like to address people who act one way when you are with them and then act totally different when they are with another group of people.  Now, on the surface, this may not seem like a big deal but I think that it is.

Let's face it, we want to be comfortable with the people that we call our friends.  I mean, the whole reason that we become friends with someone is because they are compatible with our values and we feel comfortable around them.  Now, when I'm comfortable with someone, I will be more likely to open up and share things that I would not normally share with others.  It would suffice to say that I feel comfortable around only a handful of people.  Ergo, and I use that term correctly, I only have a handful of true friends.  If most people were honest, they would say the same.

Now here's the problem, sometimes I get confused and blur the line between people that I consider true friends and someone who isn't.  In my most recent case of mistaken identity, I was let down by someone who I thought had my back on something; but today I learned that they act differently when they are with a certain group of people versus when it is just the two of us.  Suddenly, I was the odd man out.  Silly me.  I have tried to think of a term that adequately described how I felt today.  I have come up with one, however, for the ladies you might have to close your eyes and just imagine for a moment.  Guys, on the other hand, will know exactly what I am talking about.

That term is Peehicular Manslaughter.  Plain and simple it is when you are standing at a urinal and your pee splashes back on you or the person at the urinal next to you.  It happens and it is always unexpected.  And it ruins your day.  Just like Peehicular Manslaughter, the damage from your poser friend is self-inflicted.  You trusted your "friend judgement" just a little too far.  I hate when I do that.

Well, tomorrow's a new day.  I think I re-learned a valuable lesson today.  I hope so because I don't want to have to explain the term Petri Douche to my readers tomorrow.

Be Well. 

Bill