I’m Done.

A poignant repost.

In the past, I have been persecuted for my allegedly brutal friendship-slaughtering. However, after enduring the PG-rated Wolverine (I say ‘enduring,’ as I expected epic blood splatter), I left the cinema with a sense of relief at finally having a description for my sentiment:

“I’m done.”

The proverbial ‘straw that broke the camel’s back,’ has recently sprung up several times in past few weeks. Often, people claim that we, the initiators of “being done”, are the bad guys, and that we need to be ‘better communicators’, when in reality: you need to be better friends.

Actually: you need to be better people.

When one reads a story, all facts are taken into consideration. The reason why the Maleficent put a spell on Aurora: ‘cause her parents forgot to invite her. The reason why Judas sold out Jesus: ‘cause he was a money-hungry bastard. Whether it’s because they’re a hideously bad friend, or just because you don’t like them – people judging YOU for saying ‘I’m done’ need to know all the facts before screwing up their nose at your life-decision.

However, beware of saying ‘I’m done’ too soon. An aptly developed ‘I’m almost done’ is a fabulous threat that can often whip the douche-bags in your life into more palatable people. Personally, I enjoy txting and emailing the phrase in response to particularly annoying actions. It offers a buffer between freedom and keeping people that could potentially be famous in the future within your grasp.

In reality, the latter is hardly going to occur. No one can blame you when comments like “I’m just bad with names and/or faces” abound. Such are not only failures in friendship, but also in life.

 x VTG VDLC