Once a friend, always a friend…Or Not.
Scott came to town last weekend. I was expecting to have a weekend full of fun and happiness with my best old friend from Tomball…instead I got a cold shoulder and a lot of uncomfortableness.
We all went out to play Pool on Saturday night (an event that I set up so that my friends could all get together and enjoy Scott being back in town). It was instead greeted with a lot of cliques and uncomfortable, awkward moments. At the end of the night I was expecting Scott to come home with me, but instead he decided to go with Kevin. It kind of broke my ‘friend’ heart. He spent a total of 1 day of his 8 with me.
Apparently being with me and Matt was too much for him. We got into an argument about (who really knows what!) a million things…one of which was the IQ level of the people I associate myself with. He decided that Matt and my other (new) friends weren’t ‘smart’ enough for him, and that spending his time with them was a waste of his time. When I brought up the fact that it should be good enough to spend time with me, that wasn’t good enough. We ended the argument by no longer being friends.
I feel bad but I’m thinking it is for the best. I am happy where I am in my life right now, and I don’t understand his distaste for people he knows nothing about. You learn something from every person you meet…whether they boggle your mind with the details of philosophy or teach you something you didn’t know about fishing or hunting. Experiences with new people are the only way to truly grow your mind…even if it isn’t traditional learning.
It’s frustrating.
