So I’m a doormat

I was talking to James (finklfan0) about this Saturday night. He said it multiple times: “You are too nice!”

He’s probably very right. But it’s just my nature. I can’t stand seeing my friends sad or depressed. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes cheer the person up, whether it be telling a corny joke, listening to them rant, or being a punching bag for them. I don’t even expect them to do the same for me. As long as they feel happy, I’m content.

But there’s just something that’s been bothering me. There are people that will abuse my nature, and then when they are done wringing me dry, they just leave me out to dry. I’ve experienced a lot of heartache recently, so I’m not going to use anything from my recent experiences, since it’ll hurt too much.

Let me tell you about a girl I knew over 4 years ago. This was a girl I’ve met online. (Man… it feels weird writing about online girls. I sound so much like a nerd XD) I thought of her as a close friend, someone that I enjoyed talking to, and I enjoyed cheering up. I was there to yap with her until the wee hours of the morning while she needed help with her problems. We did this for a long time.
And then one day, boom. She decides to stop talking to me. She’s still online. She still posts in forums. But when I try to say hi, I’m given the cold shoulder. WTH? Are you so full of yourself that you can’t even say “Hi!” back? Or are you just bored with your little chew toy now that you’ll leave him outside to absorb all the dirt people track around?

Anyways, the reason behind his rant is because I’ve noticed it a lot, especially with the females I talk to. They will yap with me when they are bored. And when something of more interest pops up, they decide to leave me there hanging, and go off to flirt or whatever with their new toy. You know what? THAT’S OKAY! I don’t expect your full undivided attention. But if you’re going to make me sit there while you’re off with another man, PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE! That’s all I ask.

I just ask that you be polite and tell me that you’re done with me. You’re happy with your new toy now, and I can stop worrying about you. It’s really nerve-wrecking when one minute you’re crying to me about a problem, and then you disappear for 10 minutes! I have no idea what happened to you or if you’re still alive. It’s not a fun feeling, especially for someone like me.

Thank you. And not back to your regularly scheduled programming.