What doesn't impress you?

My friends.

I thought I had the most amazing group of friends in the world. I had moved around my whole childhood, so once my family finally settled down and I got to keep friends for more than two or three years at a time, it was surreal. We spent every day out in my garage, drinking, smoking pot, just hanging out and loving life. We would go on camping trips and even on big cross country adventures. Once we got older we were taking college classes, going to shows, and hitting the bars together.

I got my first apartment with one of my buds and since we were some of the first to have our own place, the gang followed. We were raging all the time, having an absolute blast, there are even like nine of us that got a small tattoo, just a few numbers that were meaningful to us. Eventually I became an emt and after a while, constantly coming home to people drinking and smoking in my place wasn't the best. I had been dealing with death and tragedy less than a half hour ago, but now I was expected to just drink and have fun. So I did drink, because that was the only way I could give a fuck about miley cyrus' provocative new video or about who was dating who. I drank right up until I got myself a dui after a friend left me blacked out so he could go hook up with someone.

I got put on probation and I was so ashamed, I was supposed to be helping people, not endangering everyone else on the road. They suspended my license and told me to drug test three times a week, but when I went asking for a ride, my friends were all busy. They also remained busy drinking and smoking at my apartment every time I got home from work, and eventually, I gave in again. I started failing drug tests and breathalyzers until I got sent to court ordered rehab.

I lost my job, my dream job as an EMT, and started working in a fabrication shop. My buddy moved out of the apartment with no notice, leaving behind all the trash we'd accumulated over two years of partying non-stop. I spent all my money for three months keeping up with rent, while my other friends started getting their own apartments and I started seeing them less and less. I got one of my other buddies a job at the place I was working and together we thought it'd be a great idea to rent a house. Once we got the place I let all my friends know "hey guys, we have a whole house! You should come over and hang!" But no one ever came. Then my friend I was living with quit our job and decided he was going to move back to his parents place.

I always thought I was so lucky to run with this group of guys. But they never cared about me at all. They needed a place to get fucked up, and I provided it for something like six years, but as soon as I wasn't useful they abandoned me. Growing up, all I ever wanted was a lifelong friend, but what I got was a band of fucking parasites. Now all I want to do is go make a life for myself in a new country and never think about those people again.

I know this is just long and dumb and who cares, but writing it out is kind of therapeutic. I hope if anyone happens to read this whole thing it might help them realize maybe they are surrounding themselves with shitty, life ruining people.

tl;dr I'm not impressed with my friends, I don't know why I wrote so much.

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