Indigo Incarnates

I have exactly three (3) people that ever initiate contact with me: Doug, Doris, and Jeff. There are many other people that call themselves “friends” but, in reality, I don’t call a person who can’t make time for me a “friend”.

I have a couple “friends” that only call me when they have problems with their computers or cell phones. I have a couple “friends” who won’t ever meet me in person. I have “friends” from my former church that have no once initiated any contact with me.

I just get so tired of phony people. I feel guilty about writing a nastygram to a “friend” that hasn’t returned one single phone call in close to a year. She wrote back “but doesn’t Facebook count as communicating?” No. It especially doesn’t count when I am not communicated with.

I am tired of phony people that act like having a friend with a dissociative disorder is “interesting” only to get left in the dust when they learn that it actually takes a significant amount of emotional depth to befriend a person with MPD/DID. The average people, sadly, is all talk and no walk.

Of course, my family is no better. I have an aunt, uncle, and cousin that literally live five miles from me and yet Doug and I are not included in holiday gatherings or any other events. In a time of real darkness and despair (1993 –1996 in particular), my “family” left me to swing in the breeze and basically shunned me.

There is more to a friendship than the desire to be “liked”. There’s more to a friendship than pressing the “like” button on a Facebook entry. Friends share their time with each other. They want to be part of each other’s lives in bad times and in good.

I am tired of fake friends.