Hurt, recorded version

A friend had a birthday today. A pretty important one, a mile stone of sorts. And no one showed. Of the expected collection of ten/twelve confident shows, two arrived, me as one of the two. It’s not like he’s disliked, nor was it too much of an imposition; arrive at place, have drinks. No presents, no necessity other than your presence.

The significance for me is that those who didn’t turn up probably did it for one of two reasons. The first is less important and far more conspiratorial, so it shall be omitted from the proceedings. The second is more pertinant; people just couldn’t be bothered. One excuse or another, ahh I won’t be missed or I’ll head there later, but when later comes, they don’t bother.

All together, such a selfish reaction to something which in itself was an offer of good company and a good time. A time was had, and it was good enough… but there was a great lacking. I expect to hear the excuses and the vagueries of reason soon enough. Maybe this will have a result. Karma or the like. What goes around and all that. I doubt it.

~ by xaviergonne on July 3, 2009.