There is absolutely nothing worse than when my old pal decides to visit. I never invite her over but still, she insists on hanging out. I’m constantly asking her to leave but she always comes and goes on her own terms.
Her favorite past time is reminding me of things that don’t matter and doing so until it feels as though they actually do. For instance, I shouldn’t care that when I asked a girl to be my friend in the first grade, she responded with “maybe in the future.”
I shouldn’t dwell on the fact that I once misspelled my own name on an assignment, but the truth is I do.
It’s her priority to make me feel uncomfortable, so when we go out together she’s constantly whispering in my ear. Why’d you say that? Why did you look at him like that? Why would you wear this?
She points out my flaws, just incase I forgot they were there. She thoroughly examines each of my imperfections, visually and otherwise. She tells me that I love too quick, care too much, and that I could probably lose a few pounds.
Before concluding her stay she always makes sure to leave me with a resounding feeling of I’m not good enough and regret. She packs up her items and slowly heads on her merry way. She leaves with the moments I’ve lost because of the time I spent dealing with her negativity. She takes with her the conversations she made me to nervous to even have.
My favorite part of her visits is the overwhelming feeling of peace when she finally decides to leave me on my own. The harsh reality is that even though I never even asked her to be my friend, she insists on being one.