I was thinking about how karma bit one of my (once) good friends in the ass. She has ADHD and has always been an emotionally dysregulated person, to which I have stepped up to take care of her needs when even her mother overlooked them. I have thought of her fondly as someone who could empathise with my struggles on the spectrum too, and still remember all too vividly how my heart sank when I realized she harbored secret animosity towards me. She’d measure her achievements against mine, feign sympathy when I did worse, but resent me when I did better. She’d talk about her aspirations as a matter of ‘when’, but doubt my aspirations as a matter of ‘if’ I could fulfill them.
Recently, her best friend group of 3 dumped her out of the blue; she found herself with few close friends, and even fewer ones who celebrated her successes. On the other hand, I have a very endearing trio who encourage me past my failures and wait for my successes. For someone who was as fixated on friendships as she was, I never considered I’d be the one feeling sorry for her. It’s strange how life meanders.
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Don’t know, don’t care. I moved on and stopped giving them a second thought a long time ago.
I have no idea, I moved to another country and haven’t heard (or thought) about them in years.
They all had the lives they made for themselves, as one would expect. It’s a range of experiences. This is also true of the people who have been kind to me over the years. In my experience, people’s treatment of one person (me in this case) has no correlation with their success and wellbeing, or lack of.
I don’t know, I live very far away from my home country and don’t look people up online. I’m genuinely not interested. It doesn’t matter to me, since I don’t believe that the world is just anyway.