Friends Part 2
January 30, 2009
I’m getting better at spotting users. They’re sneaky bastards, though. You find yourself getting talked into doing things that you don’t want to. Before you know it, you’re on the list of “usables.” Take for instance a friend whom I’ll call Beth.
She lives about an hour and a half from here. At first we’d get together for lunch. I’d pick her up at home because she had no car. Her twenty-something year old vehicle died and couldn’t be feasibly repaired.
At first I did this because, well, it was something to do. Then I found out that I was being conned. The first hint, and it should have been the last, was one day when she called me up saying that she’d signed us up for a workshop given by her friend. When I asked the cost, she said it was about $40. What the hell, it was something to do.
Turned out that it wasn’t what I really wanted to do; it pertained more to her business (being a ‘psychic’) and networking. Not to mention that she lives in a metropolitan area. I live in BFE (Bum Fucked Egypt in the boonies). THIS networking was good for her but bad for me! So, that was a waste of time. Not wanting to be included on his e-mail list, I wrote a fake address.
I asked the presenter how I was to pay and he said that I had to go to the front desk of the art center. So, I wandered up there, enjoying the art work on display as I went.
“I want to pay for Slash’s workshop.” I told the woman at the desk.
“That’s one hundred dollars.” she said
“WHAT!!!!! I thought it was $40!” I screeched in astonishment.
“No, he gets $60, we get $40.” the woman replied.
I was in shock! I was also NOT amused and started to fume at being sucked into something. I could barely contain my anger at having to lay out $100 which I could have used elsewhere. I wasn’t working so this really hurt!
When Beth arrived at the desk I wanted to choke her. I found out that since she was a friend of this guy, she’d made an arrangement to pay him a little at a time. I’d already swiped my credit card so it was done.
When we got out to the car I remained as calm as I could, telling her that she should have TOLD ME it was going to be $100. I would have gladly dropped her off and come back to pick her up later. She swore she didn’t know, but I have a feeling that wasn’t the case.
Scenario #2 was when she called asking how far away Bedford was from my house. I guessed 2 or 3 hours. She said that ‘somebody Windwalker’ was having a weekend retreat and she thought I’d be interested in going. She wanted to go and didn’t want to miss it.
THIS ONE I caught right off the bat. “Oh, let’s see.., Bedford is about 3 hours from here. I’d have to come there to get you. With 3 hours round trip to get you and come back here, that would be a LOT of driving.” Oh – add to it that I’d have to go to something I didn’t want to do (sound familiar?) and God knows how much THAT cost! I nixed that idea fast!
The last time she tried to get me was after that instance described in the post, “Spiritual-Self-Righteousness Part 2″. We’d taken lunch to her ‘business manager’ who was mooching off another couple. He had no car and we went there with lunch.
She tried to con me into doing another few ‘business lunches’ but I knew better. SHE just wanted ME (the sucker) to drive her around to see her friends. Over and over she baited me with “Eddie and Cecilia want to see you again.” I didn’t fall for it. I begged off time and again and finally she just dropped the whole lunch thing.
Some of these people probably don’t realize they are doing it. Perhaps they think I don’t mind. For the most part, that’s true – BUT – when it becomes obvious that it’s ME who does all the running, then I put an end to it. I’m not a taxi. They know friends like me want to do what we can to help. There is a fine line between helping and being taken advantage of.
Don’t be a bloodsucker!
Friends?
January 28, 2009
I used to be a better friend.
I used to WANT to be a better friend ….but all that ended about 15 years ago.
When I was a kid I wasn’t accepted by others. I was the one with the funny name, clothes that were hand-me-downs, never the latest fashion. I had terribly buck teeth. In school I tried to make myself as invisible as possible.
To make up for this, as many kids like me do, I developed what I call the ‘puppy dog syndrome’. I’d go out of my way for people, be as accommodating as I could so that they’d be my friend. This carried over into my adult life.
I had two good friends. Both had families and lots of responsibilities. One had a business at home on her farm, a metaphysical gift shop. The other had a bunch of kids and was very involved in community activities.
All was well until the day I realized I was being used.
Oh, I guess I was a friend, alright… but it began to seem like I was a ‘convenient’ friend.
I only got a phone call from either of these women when they wanted something. They never called just to chat or say hi.
The one with the shop would call me when she was having a workshop or class and needed another ‘body’ in a chair.
The other one, who didn’t have access to a car, would only call me when she needed to go somewhere.
I know that part of being a good friend encompasses helping your friends. When it becomes obvious that one person seems to be doing all the ‘helping’ and the other is always doing the ‘taking’, that seems a bit one-sided to me.
I called them both on this after I’d realized that they never, ever called me. This was a lopsided friendship: me calling…, me going.., me doing…, and them…, taking. I’d cried so hard and agonized over this realization for weeks, feeling bad that I’d been used and not stood up for myself. I also felt bad that I had been used; not treated as a friend but as a ‘taxi’ and a ‘body’.
When confronted, both of these women said the same thing: “Well, it costs money to call YOU.”
I replied: “Well, I don’t get to call you for free, either, but I do! It costs ME TOO to call you!”
They didn’t know that.
Gee wiz…..
I shut down after that. I guarded my actions – and still do- although I have found myself falling into that old routine again. As soon as I realize it, though, I stop and pull back immediately.
I think that there are those of us who are natural givers and those who, not realizing it – are always the takers. it is the ying and yang of relationships I guess.