I mean, sure, but I see them irl maybe once a year, and it’s easy to forget people exist (or existed) when you only interact with them online. I’m always the one reaching out and trying to do things and god knows I’ve let enough friendships vanish by getting sick of it and stopping initiating things and watching them never notice.
I don’t think it’s as easy as you think. It sure isn’t for me. There are a lot of friends I have lost touch with over the years that I think of often. And hope are still around.
If I had lost touch with a friend and then suddenly I got some money they willed to me after they killed themselves, I would be pretty sad about it. Even if I had forgotten about them until I got the money. I’d also feel very guilty that we lost touch because I would think maybe I could have done something.
Yeah and for now the crushing guilt is keeping me pinned down. At some point, things will get bad enough that I no longer care who I hurt and I’ll do it anyways and I’m such a piece of shit for it. Ah well, add it to the pile of reasons
Your friends would almost certainly rather have you than any money you would give them.
I mean, sure, but I see them irl maybe once a year, and it’s easy to forget people exist (or existed) when you only interact with them online. I’m always the one reaching out and trying to do things and god knows I’ve let enough friendships vanish by getting sick of it and stopping initiating things and watching them never notice.
I don’t think it’s as easy as you think. It sure isn’t for me. There are a lot of friends I have lost touch with over the years that I think of often. And hope are still around.
At this point it’s just more of a question of when, not if
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If I had lost touch with a friend and then suddenly I got some money they willed to me after they killed themselves, I would be pretty sad about it. Even if I had forgotten about them until I got the money. I’d also feel very guilty that we lost touch because I would think maybe I could have done something.
Yeah and for now the crushing guilt is keeping me pinned down. At some point, things will get bad enough that I no longer care who I hurt and I’ll do it anyways and I’m such a piece of shit for it. Ah well, add it to the pile of reasons