Too Much Time On My Hands

I hate to speak ill of people on my blog, but what I'm about to write might not be their fault. I have an ex-friend I'll just call "Lawrence". First of all, all of my "friends" never e-mail me or call me unless I initiate a communication with them. Lawrence just sent me a nasty, spiteful e-mail in response to a nasty, spiteful e-mail from me.

Maybe I just have too much time on my hands, because none of my friends, or ex-friends, seem to have time anymore. They all seem to be either too busy to say hello to me once in a while because of:

(a) their kids
(b) their jobs

Lawrence explained that he checks his home voice mail every 3-4 months. I had left him a regular voice mail, which he did not return at all. When I got another of his voice mail greetings on a second call, I left him a nasty message basically saying, "Why don't you call? What is your problem?"

My point is how busy does one have to be to check his voice mail every 3-4 months? I check my home voice mail every time I come home. If you take 3-4 months to check voice mail, wouldn't you miss very important messages?

Let me stop picking on Lawrence for a moment. Another friend, I'll call "Ernest", I still call on the telephone. Yet he told me that he has time to check his personal e-mail only about once a month. Further, he reads his postal mail on the weekends. This seems reasonable. Ernest has children and a wife.

It doesn't seem practical to me to check your e-mail once a month or your voice mail every 3-4 months. Perhaps Americans are just terribly overworked to death. As a person on disability, I have the luxury to check my communications every day, sometimes several times a day. If you check your e-mail or voice mail as infrequently as Ernest and Lawrence do, wouldn't you fall behind and perhaps miss some important messages?

What makes me mad is these clowns don't bother to keep in touch at all. They're so busy with their lives, they forget their old friends. What could they possibly be doing? Working ALL the time? Are Americans a bunch of serious workaholics now?

Ernest seems irritated when I do talk to him on the telephone. It's like he'd rather get back to watching after his kids, whom I hear screaming in the background. He just can't wait to hang up. Lawrence I'll give credit that he thought of calling me back, but after about 3 months of my voice message sitting in his voice mailbox. When he heard my spiteful voice message, he decided against returning my call. Thus I received a spiteful e-mail from him today.

My aunt said friends come and go. Ernest and Lawrence were college buddies, but we've all drifted apart since then. I'm trying my best to make new friends here in Vegas, but it isn't easy. Las Vegas is notorious for being unfriendly.

Finally, it makes me mad that none of my old friends from college make an attempt to keep in touch with me. If I don't send an e-mail or call them, they won't bother to do the same. It makes me more mad when I send an e-mail or call them, and they plain just ignore my message. There really is one solution. Move on.