Tu es mon ami?

M forgot about me, again.

Last Friday, I called him in the office to ask him to let me know when he was leaving for the gym.
Initially I had wanted to hang out with a couple of female colleagues (and not go to the gym) and I told A that but at the last minute, I changed my mind. (can't believe I picked gym over pizza - that's what the girls are doing, chill out at one of their apartments and eat pizza!) So I called M at his desk and he said he'd tell me when he was ready to go. And I sat at my desk and waited. After about 45 minutes (about 7pm, I think), I thought it was really weird that he was so late so I took my bag and went over to their office. There was no one there. I called A and found they were gone about 30 minutes ago. How does one forget a person in 5, 10 or even 15 minutes??? A was still under the impression that I was going to Shab's place so it wasn't his fault. I can't believe that after all the times we've gone to the gym together, M could forget all about my existence. How self-centered can one get? All this while I've treated him as one of my closest friends and I meant nothing at all. I never expected him to be extra nice to me. Only to be treated as one would a friend. And small things as such matter to me.

My eyes started getting hot and I was terribly, extremely disappointed. Both with him and myself.

A tried to speak in his defence. He mentioned the time when he himself had forgotten about me. But that was only cos' I told him over lunch (didn't remind him over the course of the afternoon), and he forgot at the end of the day. Forgiveable. Not in 10 minutes. I shut him up by asking him if he would have forgotten about me after 10 minutes? He kept quiet. I knew the answer; no. A would never do anything like this.

I went to the gym, even less in the mood for working out then I was before. M came by to apologise. My anger dissipated faster than you can say 'floccinaucinihilipilification'. I was upset with myself that I was appeased with a mere 'I'm sorry'. Well, I suppose I forgave him but a few recent events have forced me to look at our friendship in a way I have never thought of before. A's been telling me that I'm a giver. And I reckon M's a taker in our friendship. Along the way I've gotten a little bone-weary. Time to stop for a rest. Maybe it's the end of this journey.