They go wherever you go and you have to ‘feed’ them while you’re dying. They attached with you in good time but ‘missing’ in a bad time. Often time they show themselves as a depressed friend and need your attention. You with them until you realized they used you for something benefited to them. They used your name to get attention, talk rude things about you to earned others trust and very good in displaying themselves to others as a victims and lead others to changed their perceptions about you.
They come to you with reason but left you with thousand reasons. Sometimes we feel guilty for wanting them away from you. Under normal circumstances, they come to your life with a tonne of problems and as a good friend you trying hard to be as good listener realizing you can’t help them out. Lead by the guilt and sympathize you offered services to them. Like, pick them up in your car, drives them places and happened sometimes you got stuck in the worst by lending them money. This parasites has no way to pay you back because they’re very good in manipulate your feelings of guilt over their situation and play on your sympathy to get more out of you. But once we offended them after helping them so much like, not giving them what they desire, they will attack to your self-esteem by bringing up all kinds of insults from your pasts or your weaknesses to barb you with.Fuhh… I really hated those parasites. Why I posts this parasites things? It’s happened to me!!. I’d tried talked nicely to them but the guilt feeling in me wins them all. What shall I do with this kind of people? They might unaware of their own behaviour. I do understand for some people they are parasites by circumstances but through my observation these persons called ‘friends’ are parasite by choice!.. really pist me off. They wanted my attention when and where they wanted it, whether I like it or not they don’t care as long I exercise my duty as a FRIEND.
Forgive me for I’m complaining this time..hehee. I guess, I’ll stop talking to them and not responding to any conversation (emm.. Can I do that? Is it bad?). I don’t want them to leech over me forever… tired.