I think it may have been me....
reading all these messages, i have demonstrated a lot of loopy tendancies. I had a mate whom i don't talk to anymore whom got weirder and weirder. He would ask me for help on his house (DIY stuff), then ignore me completly whilst i was there for the weekend. Not replying to questions asked, and anything discussed miraculously was un-discussed. Its difficult to achieve amything then.
The worst one was at 10pm on friday night, when he stood up, turned off the TV and lights and went to bed. I was still sat on the sofa in disbelief. 10pm on a friday. i only did 2 days solid hard graft for him and he couldn't even say thanks.

The flipside of all this is i started to react like a crazy from years of systematically being not worth a 45 minute journey, being told they couldn't come over for a birthday dinner for Mrs van der Trances birthday - but then rang back to say they would like to use us as a hotel the following night to break their 2hr40m drive to bristol. Over the years, i have been told:
1 - "it doesn't matter about the mess, its at your house" - never any parties at theirs as it is too "nice" or "small". Zero respect for me and my property.
2 - "i won't ring mobiles, it costs too much" - makes it difficult to do anything unless sat at home by my landline. Won't even return texts at christmas. Its not even like the landline was a hotbed of activity.
3 - "i hate my gf's french step dad and his piles conversations and any time spent with him is time taken off my life" then ignored my help and was happy to ring france to ask about the pipes in his bathroom. At the same time continued moaning about how little he has done at home and how it is unsurmountable, as there was no help whatsoever available. Its only bloody decorating - theres no structural work.

We were well close mates before, for about 10 years. But looking back, he was a miserable twunt and took me for an idiot. I am sure a few of our mates questioned our relationship as it was pretty close stuff, especially weight training every week. Getting hot, sweaty and groaning to heavy rock could sound pretty homo-erotic from an outsiders viewpoint.

Some people feel like family, but then to stitch me up was like a claymore in the stomach. At that point the closeness turned to pure hatred, but the bond is still strong. I was stitched up for my help, my weed ( i got 2 £30 HSBC charges on promised transfers to cover the owed monies that never showed), my personal weed (smoked as much as could manage and even once had the cheek to diss my vaporiser as "nonsense" when he could barely speak he was so stoned off of it) and then there is all the time that is invested in a friendship.

All in all, i was so annoyed but bonded i become a bit psychotic for a few months. I never gave him an inch, and was so annoyed as it kept going through my mind every waking minute. If i could question something i did, and took opposing views and watched the dichotomy of his mind unfold and leave him in even more undecided terror. to make a decision of his own, no matter how small, was an ordeal. Now, he has only his own help.

My view was that he needed help more than anything, but equally felt he shouldn't ask. This lead to me offering to help, being ignored and then watching him completely flounder and fall apart. As a mate do you dive in and say something - I did, and it was painfully acerbic and the truth as i saw it. Or do you just let it run for another few years of my soul being slowly devoured?

Now, 2 years down the line i still can't bear to think of him as the rage returns. I feel like the nutter, although his actions were the ones that were driving me to insanity.

Theres 2 sides to all of your stories too - i am sure the nutters had their share of stories about us.

Goddamn stitched me up. The intensity still rages within, only now it has turned to the dark side of friendship.

Scared? I am.

my god i have a large cock.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Tue 1 Aug 2006, 17:44, Reply)