Dear Friend,

Yes, I understand that you’ve been busy with your Life-Changing Event™.  And I realize that I’ve been slightly busy as well, and I know that when I get busy, I tend to retreat a bit into myself — no, I haven’t been blogging as much, and I’ve pretty much stopped commenting on other people’s blogs.  But that doesn’t mean that I’m ditching people as friends.  Those who are important to me stay important to me, and just because I’m not leaving comments on your site, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you anymore.  And if you think that I am ditching you as a friend, a quick e-mail or phone call or IM will remedy the situation, and I’ll respond readily and be properly apologetic and inquire about what’s going on… which someone actually did this morning, and I wrote her back immediately.  The road works both ways.

A few months ago, you’d IM me nightly and we hung out at least once a week.  You confided in me regularly, I returned the favor a few times.  I helped you through a period of boylessness, and you listened when I was bitching because I was bitter over the lack of females in my life.  I thought we had a pretty decent friendship going on.  That’s why I’m a little confused why, over the past 3 months, I seem to have (quite suddenly) disappeared completely off your radar.  You’ve left me one or two comments on my blog; each time, I’ve responded personally with an e-mail asking how you were doing and how preparations were going for your Life-Changing Event™.  My e-mails went unanswered.  I even sent one e-mail just to say hi and see what’s up with you because I hadn’t talked to you in a while.  That, too, went unanswered. 

So when I heard you’d held a Pre-Life-Changing Event™ Party — and I heard about it after the fact, guaranteeing I wasn’t invited, I knew I’ve been officially broken up with as a friend.  What I don’t get is why.  I understand you like being the center of attention; what I don’t get is how you can discard people so easily.  Usually, when I drift apart from people, it’s exactly what it is:  a drift.  It’s not a hard slice, like I cut someone out with a machete as if I were cutting off an arm.  And I don’t usually even drift from someone unless there’s a specific reason, which means if they reach out to me, I’ll respond.  Either way, I’m not going to dwell on it anymore, and I’m not going to wonder anymore if you’re just plain too busy to chat.  I’m just going to say that I thought you were better than just using someone to serve your immediate purposes and then tossing them away, and I guess I was wrong about you.  So, that’s that, and have a nice life, since you don’t seem to want to involve me anymore.

Sincerely,
Keith