9:42pm February 13, 2015

“Meow – tss tss tss
Meow – tss tss tss
Uh-uh-uh
Let’s not be hasty now!”

This was accompanied by claw-like hand gestures on the hissing.  I’d come up with the gestures and cat noises.  My friend(1) made up the last two lines.  Every.  Single. Time.  That we said goodbye, I insisted on going through this routine at least five times.  Not autistic or anything. Yeah.

(1) This friendship was one of many my mother helped set up and maintain for me.  I really did enjoy having someone to do cat stuff with.  Unfortunately this friend also lied to me on a regular basis, was passive-aggressive as all get-out, and in the last straw, stole a key from me (it had just been given to me by my brother that night, and had all sorts of Catholic symbols on it I found fascinating), wore it around her neck, and claimed to have found it in the woods.  Then we informed her mother of the situation and she miraculously “found that it had slipped into her sleeping bag”.  That was the last straw.  The bad part is that being her friend, even if arranged by my mom, was kind of fun, if I could put up with her shortcomings (as I’m sure she did mine, but mine didn’t hurt people as badly).  

She wasn’t really a bully pretending to be a friend, she was just a very confused person who was dealing with bullying herself.  She had a chronic illness and learning disabilities and from what I can tell the other kids would pretend she was contagious, so she learned the habit of lying.  Still her impact on me through the lying and stealing, was negative.  Sometimes you have to stop being around a person even when their negative 

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