{"id":564,"date":"2014-05-28T15:06:17","date_gmt":"2014-05-28T15:06:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=564"},"modified":"2014-05-28T15:06:17","modified_gmt":"2014-05-28T15:06:17","slug":"this-is-how-friendships-die","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=564","title":{"rendered":"This is how friendships die"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At least this is how I think friendships die in my life.<\/p>\n<p>At some point, I lose interest in the friend.  This is where I have lost respect for the friend.  This is where I become aware of my own insensitivity.  I know that I really dislike something&#8230;that I really dislike something.  But what can i do?<\/p>\n<p>I know that I am not supposed to have these feelings.  I know that these feelings lead to anxiety&#8230;which quite easily equates to disaster.  This is exactly what happened to Lester.  I only kept him around because he showed up and I value people who show up.  But he had intense flakeiness.  And other behavior things that I don\\&#8217;t really quite approve of.<\/p>\n<p>I know that it\\&#8217;s one of those scenarios that I don\\&#8217;t really like people who are different from me.  But I am wrapped with guilt.  It weighs on me.<\/p>\n<p>Until it doesn\\&#8217;t.  Until I have walked away.  Until I have ended the friendship.  There is guilt about the broken shards yes.  The things that I have to give up in order to end the friendship.  But I have no guilt.<\/p>\n<p>But the process to hurt someone just because I felt like it?  Well I don\\&#8217;t know if that\\&#8217;s very humane.  I am trying my best to control it.  Very hard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At least this is how I think friendships die in my life. At some point, I lose interest in the friend. This is where I have lost respect for the friend. This is where I become aware of my own insensitivity. I know that I really dislike something&#8230;that I really dislike something. But what can &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=564\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">This is how friendships die<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=564"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/564\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}