There was a time when I was desperate for a friend at work. I've been working at my job just over three years now and I still don't have anyone I would consider a friend. I guess this desire comes from my experience with past jobs, where I have made friends at work. It certainly helps the day go by and gives me a reason to come in every morning, considering the job itself is not all that enthralling.
Anyhow, I thought I had found a friend. I got to know him over the past year, and we even traveled together this past Fall. I knew he had his little neuroses but I put up with them, thinking that it was worth it just to have a friend at work.
However, the past while, his neuroses and negativity have seemed to evolve. I find him always contradicting things that I would say, which can get annoying and makes me not want to say any of my opinions since he'll just disagree with them anyway.
He's also very high maintenance, and he knows this, and seems to think it's charming, when really it's just plain pathetic. One example was when he sent me a text message one Monday morning, when I was in a meeting at work. I didn't get it until 45 minutes later BECAUSE I WAS IN A MEETING AT WORK, and I replied, "Hey I'm in a meeting, I'll come talk to you later."
The text by the way, started off with, "My weekend was full of misery and depression." Happy Monday to you, too!
When I did go visit after my meeting, his greeting to me was, "I texted you and you didn't reply!" It was like I had just walked into a courtroom and was suddenly on trial. I whipped out my phone and said, "Actually I DID reply, and good morning to you too!" Turns out, he never got my reply, because his Blackberry was hiding in his coat pocket. Did I get an apology for his accusations? Nope. Instead, I had to sit down and listen to one of his stories about how another friend didn't reply to his email and so now he's writing that person off, blah blah fucking blah.
One day he told me that everyone hates him and nobody wanted to be his friend. I asked him what made him think this. His reply, "Because I'm high maintenance, girly, and I like to make other people around me feel bad when I'm feeling bad."
Oh no you didn't.
So you're AWARE that you're an asshole? Wow. The fact that he's aware of his behaviour makes him an ASSHOLE.
And he has made me feel bad before, whether it's putting down the music that I like to listen to, trash talking my friends, or discounting my feelings for The Guy.
Two weeks ago was the last straw. He invited me out for lunch, "Hey wanna do lunch?" I agreed. Lunch turned out to be a trip to the Burberry store where I had to stand there and watch him try on clothes for half an hour because he wanted to find something better than the Burberry jacket his partner had bought for him for xmas. Nice.
When he was finally done, he asked where I wanted to eat, and I snapped that I only had half an hour left, so let's just grab something quick at this food court. Instead, he suggested, "How about this Indian place over there?" OKAY. I guess that's where we're going since it's always ALL ABOUT YOU.
I'm mad at myself for not standing up for myself. It's a good lesson learned, though. I'm now ignoring him and he has picked up on it. He sent me a terse email last week, "Did I do something to tick you off? You haven't come to visit all week and you didn't reply to my text message. I am never going to text you again."
An DONE!!
Week Two of Operation Fade Out is underway. I did agree to a birthday lunch this week with him, since he found out it was my birthday and said he'd take me out. Of course, a mini argument ensued when I gave him my schedule for the week, and he replied with, "And evenings don't work????" and I responded somewhat snarkily, "Well, you said lunch. So no, evenings wouldn't work for that, would they?"
He didn't like that very much. His last email to me was, "Okay, nevermind. We'll get to lunch at some point."
If lunch involves going to Burberry again, I ain't holding my breath.
Thinking about him makes me so angry inside and I fear that it will make me physically sick if I keep him in my life. I think I draw these kinds of people because, well, I'm too fucking nice. And I feel sorry and sympathy for people. That needs to change, especially when I don't like how I feel around the person.
I figure, an awkward ride once in awhile in the elevator or a chance meeting in the building will take less energy than trying to fake a friendship. I am so over him!
But if he still insists on conversing, do I keep it civil, tell him the truth, or ignore him outright? What would you do?