I think I’ve written about this before…if not, I meant to because it freakin’ bothers me.
I seem to have an abundance of foul weather friends, the kind of friends who only offer support if I am wallowing in the depths of misery and can’t function. If I am so distraught I can’t leave the bed, these friends want to take me out for drinks or bring a pitcher of drinks right to my bed…and that’s lovely, right? It is fantastic to have a helping hand up when I need it.
When I have good news to share, or even really amazing news to share, my texts and emails go unanswered. Silence. Nothing. No “way to go!” No “atta girl!”
It hurts my feelings, but it also makes me wonder why folks are so quick to rally around suffering while it’s so easy to shrug off the positive.
I try to make note of my friends’ accomplishments and triumphs when I can. I send cards and e-cards to celebrate the good stuff, not just to soothe them when they are frazzled. I “like” their statuses when it’s happy news just as much as I message them when I know they are down. I want to have dinner or drinks or whatever for no reason, not just because they got dumped or fired or a bad haircut.
When did we become a society that swarms to the negative? I want my friends to support me on great days, crappy days and ordinary days, and every day in between.