For Labor Day weekend I went home to my old stomping grounds of Geneseo to see my friends that I grew up with. When I arrived on Friday something happened that… well I guess the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
You see when I write about stories of events that happen in my past I change the names of everyone, well except for people I utterly despise. Maybe I am a little vindictive or maybe I feel like in some small way justice is being served. Whatever the reasoning I just consider it my policy, if I think you are an utter and complete jerk off I am not going to change your name. In fact I secretly hope that people find this page and read how big of an asshole you are.
So what does this have to do with Friday?
My friends and I all pretty much dislike a former friend of ours named Marty. I have written about Marty numerous times. Most of the stories are harmless things that happened except for the retarded girl story. I haven’t covered the other stories about him like:
- Marty trying to sleep with my housemate and my ex girlfriends by walking around our favorite bar and saying how big of assholes we were (great pick up line in a bar).
- Marty lying to his mother on why his brother and him were moving out of our apartment and stiffing us with large bills. Oh and not only that but stealing DVDs and other things out of the other rooms.
- Marty telling our girlfriends lies about us and then trying to score a date with them saying that we didn’t appreciate them (which is one I have to write about next week).
- Marty intentionally screwing up building computers because he didn’t like his job that I got him. I vouched for him because he was unemployed for an extended amount of time. (You know instead of doing the classy thing like finding another job and quitting and not making me look like an asshole because my friend was trying to get fired so he could collect unemployment.)
The list goes on but why bore you?
Anyway on Friday I got the following e-mail:
So I somehow managed to come across your blog about drunken mistakes, part 1.
as i’m reading the story, i realize that it sounds very VERY familiar. turns
out it’s familiar because my fiance, marty, has told it to me before. only
thing is that the girl was never retarded…she was ugly and fat, but never
retarded! so thank you for that little laugh, and a little glimpse into his
past, as i read some more of your blogs with him in it. he’s still an asshole
today, but not nearly so much as he used to be. he’s actually a really stand
up guy now. it’s amazing what time can do for a little maturity. i hear
stories about the person he used to be, and i can see glimpses of him in those
stories, but he is a completely different MAN now. i’m just glad i didn’t know
him then, or else i most certainly would not have a beautiful ring on my finger
that was purchased by him. i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t want to have anything to
do with him. sometimes i have to remind myself that he’s not the same person he
was then, because i absolutely cringe when i hear some of the stories (the short
bus girl being one of them) and they honestly make me angry hearing how he
acted. i guess i just wanted to let you know that he has grown up a lot, and
he’s not the boy he used to be. thank you for the laughs and stories about the
old marty. i can never learn enough about him. :)
I don’t know why anyone would be compelled to write me about how Marty has changed? Obviously we don’t talk and don’t like each other. Am I supposed to be impressed? Perhaps change my views on him? When people are untrustworthy, steal, do slimy things behind other people’s backs, and are disloyal that isn’t a sign of immaturity, it is a sign that they are a bad person. Or am I wrong about this?