Sorry - not very funny this one
Last year at the very beginning of my school year, I found myself somehow being slowly but surely cut out of my group of friends. I couldn't figure out what had happened, what I'd done. When I confronted the girl who I thought was my best friend, she turned on me and started yelling at me, telling me how she'd never liked me at all, how I was a crappy friend, how I never did this that and the other thing.
I was completely and utterly bewildered. I had had no idea I was doing any of the things she claimed I was doing (stealing her boyfriend when she was one of the first people I came out of the closet to?? makes a lot of sense that did).

I spent several months feeling very hurt and upset, because not only did my "best friend" turn on me, she also turned all my other friends against me.

I found some new friends - who have since proved much better then the friends who turned on me ever did. Slowly started putting myself back together, getting myself a spine.

A few months down the track, me and my ex "friends" had a massive blowout. I told them how I felt about what they had done, and what I thought about them for it. I wasn't mad at them at all! I just wanted to get everything off my chest. But people don't like hearing the bad about themselves (myself included), and they jacked up something fierce.
I was just proud that I didn't walk away crying. I got my point across and left it at that. Told them they could be whoever they wanted to be, but that they were finished fucking with my life.

Fast forward to the end of the school year. I'm in a much healthier and happier place. I'm not depressed and I'm actually going out with my friends and working and starting to make something of myself.

Me and one of my ex friends started slowly acknowledging each other again, and I figured something was up so we had this big long talk away from everyone else. I didn't walk away with my friend back, but I did walk away with a good measure of self respect and happiness. It turns out this friend had just been too silly not to speak up when my other "friend" had been such a bitch. I forgave her, because I really wasn't mad in the first place, and now I knew exactly what had been going on.

I guess all I'm trying to say is school is a fucked up place to be if you don't know how to swim.
My new friends are lovely people, and I would take a bullet for them. I'm not just saying that. They helped pull me out of a depressive spiral, stuck by me, and if we fight (very rarely) - we make sure to work everything out. It's a much healthier group of people to be friends with.
(Poppet some assembly required., Sat 31 Jan 2009, 1:52, 3 replies)

Hey
You're young. Your friends are young. The person you are now is highly unlikely to be the person you are in 20 years time. But again, the friends you have now are probably not the friends you will have in 20 years time either.

That probably comes across as the ramblings of a 38 year old Pommy git, but it's meant in the nicest possible way.

"No way"

"Yes, way"

"Oh. OK"
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 31 Jan 2009, 2:06, closed)

What the fuck is this?
???
(yousuckattheinternet, Sat 31 Jan 2009, 3:59, closed)

Just one of the many
stories I have about school. One of the more average ones... not happy. not funny. kinda depressing.

which is pretty much how school is for me. generally not funny or happy, but mostly kind of depressing.
(Poppet some assembly required., Sat 31 Jan 2009, 4:12, closed)