My friend Gerd, whom you have met, at Citizens, is today marrying someone so terribly bad for him, & one that will cause him to regret his actions later on. Not being one for pretence, I simply could not justify the cost of the flight, or the time spent indulging her. The wedding location is all her choice, & it is in the back of beyond. In fact, something tells me that she actually chose such a remote Italian location, so that most would not bother, because that is what has happened.
She hates me & has kind of let me know over the time I have known her, in her quite feminine way, all because Gerd & I have history. We go back a long time, & both of us have been through some very challenging times over these last twelve years of friendship, including losing Nathan.
She did her utmost to be my friend when we were first introduced, but since then it deteriorated, due to her aggressive ways. I began seeing through the cracks about the same time she she began pulling away from me. Her natural propensity for nastiness & humiliation began to creep through, & it was nasty. She patronised me once in front of friends at a bar-b-q Gerd had laid on, in honour of his birthday, when I mentioned to Lisa, a mutual friend, that I spoke Arabic, she actually scoffed, & said at the top of her voice, " Come off it, you speaking Arabic, I don`t think so ". Naturally, I let her have it, & that was the first kidney punch that did damage. On another occasion she said in front of friends that my vegetarianism was just a fad, & that I would` grow out of it soon`, even the person I was talking to looked away, & went red. My mum, who also knows her, said that she was perhaps just feeling inferior on those days, but I said no way, she is just rude & arrogant. A control freak to be avoided. Socially dysfunctional, is a more becoming term for her, & Gerd is marrying into that.
She is extraordinarily ugly, Matt, & I do not say this as a joke, for it is no laughing matter, but I do feel that she is very self-conscious of this flaw in her genes. Her sister, on the other hand is beautiful & looks Italian, & wonderful. But not Christin, these two German women could not be farther from each other in personality, & looks. When I first met her I actually thought that she was ossifying, literally turning to stone in front of my very eyes, & she may well be for all I know. But I don`t care. When I told Mark, who is out there right now, he said, " Fuck that, she looks like Max Wall to me ! "
That`s why I could not find the gumption to step up to the mantle this week, & go along, Matt. Even though my mate wanted me to, naturally. I could not, & I also told him so, but in a respectful way. It is unnecessary to hurt his feelings.
She would be pleased I never made it. She would also be angry because I text him this morning to wish him every success for his wedding day. I did it for him, but he replied, we both thank you, & I knew in that moment that it was the end of our long friendship.
Perhaps that sheds some light on what I was rattling on about yesterday, just like a tin tray full of crockery !
Course it hurts, he was my friend.
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