The problem is that they don't do the same for me. For a while, I purposefully would not contact them. When I would go back to my regular routine I'd hear stories about where they went or whatever and I'd ask [light-heartedly] "Why didn't you invite me?" and the response would be something along the lines of "You weren't there." (Um... Herp der??)
They won't help me in my time of needing-helpness. I'd call around for assistance with whatever it may be and they're just "too busy" or "don't want to". I'd completely understand if this was a one-time deal 'cause, hey, sometimes we just want a break. But this is all the time but I go out of my way to assist them with whatever it may be and try to help get them to a solution.
Another example. I'm in college and live in a dorm a little less than half a mile away from their dorms. I walk to their dorm just about everyday just to see them. But sometimes I want them to come over to my place and hang out with me but they'll complain it's too far away.
Also, I enjoy making small projects. Whether it be a short film, a comic idea, a song, or a simple game. I ask them if they are interested and want to help out. Sometimes it's just a "no" but other times they seem eager for the idea and seem to be really interested which gets me excited. And maybe we'll talk about it for a while. but eventually it all boils back to me and I realize I'm the only one doing anything. Weeks later they'll ask me "how's that/our project coming along?" and I want to slap them.
Sometimes I wonder if they forgot who I am. They treat me like I don't know half of the stuff I talk about anymore and treat me like I'm below their feet even though I'm the one helping them out half of the time.
I've known these guys since highschool. It's not like we just met either.
It really frustrates me. A lot.
I know that no one is perfect and we'll all have our flaws but I noticed this several months ago and it seems to keep getting worse and worse to the point I almost don't care if I see them for a week now. They don't seem to care all too much either. I don't hate them, but I'm not happy. And this is with -all- my friends by the way. Maybe it's got something to do with some strange college-asshole phenomenon or something. Maybe Steven Hawking could do some research on it for me.
And blah blah blah </end sappy sob story>
Anyway, what about you guys? Do you feel like your friends suck sometimes too?
