Fair-weather

An ungodly hot summer, car stereo blasting, this song comes on:



And then, it dawns on me.

What the heck, exactly, is a fair-weather friend?

A quick search through Google reveals this article:

How To Deal With Fair-Weather Friends

As I read each bullet-point, my eyes widen.

Oh.

My.

God.

THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH!

I quickly share it with another person that has experienced this same issue.

It boggles me how people can be so... shallow.

I read through the comments.

It appears there are no boundaries.

One woman laments about her own bridesmaid's fair-weatherness, indicating that she hadn't talked to her in 5 weeks before the wedding, regardless of constant phone calls and texting.

The human mind consistently amazes me.

To call oneself a "best friend", then vanish until something is needed.

To treat another as though they do not exist?!

Well, I broke it off.

Part of me just felt empty.

The guilt welled up inside, as I had always tried to be there for that person.

Maybe at some later point in time, when drugs, drinking, and such are no longer in the picture, a real friendship can ensue.

Thank you, Mr. Johnny Gill.