Flakes of Friendship

Having lived in NYC for seven years, I have built a small circle of friends that I trust. They are like my family in some ways, as they are who I turn to in almost every situation. Being from the South, my family here is small as there are not that many Southerners here... at least compared to those raised up north.

My friends from New York have circles, upon circles of friends. That is what happens when you never leave home. Your high school friends, college friends, work friends, etc. all end up in the same place. So you have a ton of friends... but what does that really mean?

Last night I learned exactly what it means. Someone that I have called friend for quite sometime, put me in my place by telling me through both actions and words that she did not value me as a person, and that even though she had hurt my feelings, she would never apologize. She was simply too proud. And too self-centered to see beyond her two feet. And for her, being from New York, she has a ton of other 'mes' to replace 'me' with. She doesn't need me. And she quickly proved I don't need her. She is not my friend. And to erase a multi-year friendship so quickly, I probably wasn't hers either.

I was disappointed at first, saddened a little once I got over my anger, but do I honestly want people like that in my life?

Within 12 hours of this first friendship episode, I was dealing with another NYCer with a severe ego issue. And as the second person proved he was never a friend, nor capable of being one, I realized when it comes to friendships, this place is pretty screwed up.

New York may be huge and monstrous, but when it comes to quality people, good luck finding them in this monstrosity. Magnifying glass, please!