This week I lost the friendship of someone I once considered one of my best friends. Back in 2009 before I’d deleted my MySpace account, I was on there looking at profiles of local people to see if any were worth trying to befriend. I found Davis and he seemed cool, so I sent him a message and we started chatting. At the time, Davis lived in Hollywood so we decided to meet and hang out. We clicked immediately, it was like we’d known each other for years, almost everyone refused to believe we weren’t longtime friends.
The friendship was awesome for over a year, we were really close. He’d grown to be one of my best friends even despite no longer being local, he’d moved to San Francisco pretty soon after we met but he still visited L.A since he had business to do here for his music career, so I still got to see him every so often. Then he moved to Florida, and that’s about the time our friendship started to fade. I made up excuses for him, thinking he wasn’t keeping in touch on a daily basis anymore because he was busy with his career. The truth was he’d made a new group of friends and obviously having martinis with them was more fun than chatting with me. I didn’t need to be told, the truth was right there in his tweets and Facebook posts, then again the next day when he complained of a hangover. He stopped telling me his plans, I’d find out his plans to travel somewhere through comments he made to other people on Facebook, I wouldn’t have even seen that much if it weren’t for the ticker on the homepage that shows everyone’s public comments. Even if he was visiting L.A again, I almost literally didn’t find out till he was already off the plane. Eventually I stopped bothering to make excuses, I could tell our friendship wasn’t as tight anymore.
The last time I saw him was in January, we went to a museum with my mom and we all had a great day. As we always did when we hung out, we made a long video for YouTube where we spent the whole time goofing around and making fun of each other. We’d made plans to hang out again before he went back to Florida but that ended up not happening. The last time I spoke to him, had an actual conversation with him, was early February. From then to this week, we hadn’t texted each other at all, partly because he’s been travelling back and forth to Berlin. But due to the fact that we weren’t talking beyond the occasional dumb comment on Twitter, it was pretty damn obvious the friendship was on its last leg.
He decided he wanted to have “honey blonde” hair, and made the genius decision of getting his hair bleached in Berlin. The hairdresser either didn’t understand the color Davis wanted or just wasn’t professional enough to know how to do it, so Davis ended up with bright platinum blonde hair. He’s Sicilian, he has an olive complexion, the bright blonde doesn’t suit him at all. And I didn’t bother trying to pretend I liked it, I told him exactly what I thought of it. All the other comments he was getting were “OMG DAVIS I LOVE IT YOU LOOK GREAT” and I can’t help but wonder if those people ever bother telling the truth or if they just lie and then talk shit about their “friends” behind their backs, I can’t remember actually seeing any of these people say anything bad to Davis. Because honestly, if your friends ALWAYS say you look amazing, you can bet they’re not always telling the truth or not even really paying attention to whatever they’re complimenting. I always tell the truth. I don’t sugarcoat my opinion. You bet your ass I’ll tell you if I think you look like an asshole. Davis looks like an asshole with platinum hair, it just does not look good against his skintone.
He got pissed at me for my opinion. Whether it’s because I wasn’t kissing his ass or because I was so blunt and crass with my wording, we got into a fight about it and he said “bye” and blocked me on Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube.
Since I was no longer following him, I was no longer seeing his tweets and I’m not the type of person who’ll go out of my way to read posts by someone who wants nothing to do with me. But someone else brought one of his tweets to my attention, and considering the timing, it’s obviously about me.
Dead weight?! How was I ever dead weight! Dead weight is something that’s holding you back, and I wasn’t holding you back from a damn thing, Davis. You want to know what your dead weight is? Yourself. Especially your severe mood swings, the anger and the melancholy, the fact that you should probably be medicated before you eventually hurt yourself. I wasn’t dead weight, I was a great friend, I was there to help you through a lot of drama and stress and bullshit. It’s your own problem if you want to forget that.
So I’m just assuming he’s had a problem with me for a while and this was just the final nail in the coffin, but the fact is he ended our friendship because of hair. He’s changed so drastically this past year that he’s barely the person I remember befriending in 2009, and obviously he stopped feeling as close to me as well, so this is obviously for the best. I’m writing this entry to say farewell to the friendship, so I can remember the good times we had and not just hold a pointless hatred for the final fight. That fight was stupid in every sense of the word but I stand by my opinion, and I really did see this coming. I lost his friendship a while ago, this was no surprise. It’s rather pathetic it officially ended because of hair, but at least I can remember the good times.