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A letter to a friend

*This letter speaks on behalf of many. You know who you are. If you disagree with any of it, or wish to contribute more, please hit the comments.*

Dear Friend,

I read your little explanation where your blog used to be, and I have a couple issues to bring up. AND PLEASE, I BEG YOU, READ THIS CAREFULLY. PAY ATTENTION.

You are not "losing" your friends, you are throwing away your friends. As much as we disagree when you use phrases like "my life fell apart" we have tried to be there for you and point out the good things in your life and help you to pull out of this funk. We have tried many times. And do you know how you have responded to our efforts? You have completely ignored everything we have tried to say and do for you. You may not think so as you read this, but trust me, I have been closely observing you these months of this mood now and it all goes in one ear and out the other.

This behavior makes us feel frustrated and helpless. YOUR behavior makes us feel that way. We feel like you are begging for help and yet you refuse to take help when it is offered. When you consider how this makes us feel you should start to realize why you are "losing" us.

That brings me to another point. You are so fixated on hating your life that you are BLIND to all the things that are SO GOOD about it. You have friends that love you, and care about you, but instead of enjoying our company you dump on us and push us away. You have comfortable income and substantial savings, but you constantly complain about not knowing what to do with it, as if your money is a burden to you. I AM $20,000 IN DEBT, how do you think that s**t makes me feel? Or Nick and Brandon and Brian who live paycheck to paycheck, how do you think they like hearing that? You also have parents that love you very much and are worried sick about you lately, and I know that you know that, but you don't seem to care. That just leaves the basic fundamentals of life that you don't seem to enjoy or appreciate either; a roof over your head, food in your belly and a job (even if you don't enjoy said job, you are a productive, functioning member of society, and that is something to be proud of).

Until recently I associated you with a fun-loving, funny guy with questionable taste in movies. :-) It's gotten to the point now where when I think of you I think of some guy who is going to be morose and moody and tell me how much his life sucks. Nobody wants to be around that. And you know it. If you were one of us, you wouldn't want to be around that either.

All I can do is put this up here and hope that you read it and let it sink in. If this is a chemical thing and you need to see a doctor, then do it. If this is purely psychological, then snap out of it. Whatever it is, it needs to stop. We are your friends and we love you, but lately we don't like who you've become.

With much love,
Joey