I have many friends, but deserve NONE of them. I'm serious, I am one of the worst friends. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't steal their boyfriends/husbands, I don't curse them or talk about them behind their backs, and I don't leave them at the airport without rides. I'm just forgetful. Like, REALLY bad.
For example, I started this blog and I was excited about it. I was putting it on Facebook and sending it to friends because I had this childlike excitement about my writing. But then what do I do? Forget to write.
Have you ever seen the movie "Up"? In that movie, there's a dog that has a machine hooked to his neck that allows him to talk like a human.. and during his explanation of what the machine does, he sees a squirrel and stops midsentence, focuses his attention on the direction of the squirrel, and then comes back to the conversation. Well, that's ME! I am so forgetful that I'll forget what I'm talking about in the MIDDLE of a sentence. And I have great friends who speak my kind of crazy and pull me back in to conversations. Not only is this blog part of my group of things I forget, let me give you another example.
Yesterday a good friend of mine called that I haven't seen for a while. She asked if my family would like to meet them for supper at Don Juan's tonight at 6pm. I told Chad and was excited about seeing her again since it's been a while. But today, I hung out at my house, put Ty down for a nap, go to the pool and plan on being there ALL evening... until my friend calls to confirm that we're meeting at 6pm. I HAD COMPLETELY FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT. I quickly packed the kids up from the pool and headed for a lovely dinner with them.
So if you want to be my friend, I apologize in advance for all the times I'm going to let you down by not knowing what you're talking about because I don't remember the conversation. I'm sorry for the times you ask me to remind you something later...really? You asked ME to remind you? I'm sorry for forgetting your birthday until 1-2 days past it. I'm sorry for not calling you back when I SWEAR I will. I'm sorry for... SQUIRREL.... wait, what was I saying again?
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