Selfish to the max!

I don't think I have ever met anyone quite so selfish and demanding. Frankly I hope I never have to meet anyone who could equal it and I doubt that anyone could be worse.

Again, I'm not too sure why I am still friends with this person. Old habits die hard I guess. So Miss Demanding took possession of her new condo tonight. I had told her a few times that I would help her paint, clean and move or whatever help she needed. She always gave me a bit of a whatever. When I left work tonight I called to see if she still needed a hand. Instead of saying sure you can help us with the last little bit she instead thought it was a good idea to ask me to pick up food for everyone. Apparently I have Messenger Bitch tattooed on my forehead. So like an idiot I agreed.

Now for someone who regularly blows off certain friends for other friends who have better plans she sure didn't have many people beating down her door to help her move. In fact if it wasn't for me and Peaches she would have been moving on her own!

But that's not what I'm really raging about.

When we finished moving stuff in and eaten the food I picked up, it was decided we'd go for a drink after everyone went home and showered. More than 2 hours later Peaches calls to say we're going to the local pub. I was standing there dripping water all over my floor after getting out of the tub to answer. Now only because Peaches called did I decide maybe I would make an appearance.

Normally Miss Demanding is preaching at me about walking to the pub from my apartment because I live downtown and "it's not safe!" Keep in mind this is the girl who left me walk home more than a dozen blocks in minus 40 at 2 in the morning because she wasn't ready to go home yet, oh and had left me sitting on a street corner a few nights before waiting for the Co-worker to pick me up, great friend. She's really concerned about my safety.

So I stumble to the pub thinking that I'll have a beer do a quick catch up and be on my way home. I walk in to a loud obnoxious band playing (it's a Tuesday night, WTF?) and can't find them anywhere. I spy them in a dark little corner off the side of the stage.

To my utter dismay the Idiot Stick Figure with no Soul is there as well. I pound my G&T without making it too obvious. Wander to the bathroom, where Miss Demanding doesn't see me washing my hands at the sink next to her, and walk past Peaches out the door without looking back (total time -- including walking to and from.....just under 20 minutes).

Now I don't know what's worse. The fact that apparently none of them noticed I was gone, or the fact that they didn't care enough to call and make sure that I had actually gone home and not been dragged off into an alley and raped (sorry over-active imagination as the result of too many books, movies and a paranoid mother).

Brutal.

Oh wait this is the girl who couldn't tell that two of her good friends were sleeping together for nearly two years when EVERYONE else could tell -- that's how self-centred she is!

I think I'm done with her. I'm tired of being under appreciated.