Conditional Friends

I just thought of something and decided it was extra baggage that I needed to write down.

(UNDER REVISION)

It so nice to be in the company of friends; those who you can laugh with, tell stories with, discuss deep topics, and even dare to ask advice from. Being in the company of good friends brings feelings of comfort, security, and social importance.

It is truly astonishing though how quickly the important times can be forgotten, erased from memory, and consideration of a friendship thrown away on a whim. Little did I know that the measure of good feeling in a friendship could be matched, or surpassed by the pain of betrayal.

This entry doesn't only have to do with the infidelity of friends, but identifies the foolhardy cause of such outrage against me (as will later be described).

Dependency on technology: Who would've known that dependency on technology would quickly have a polarizing effect on who is a true friend?

An everyday convenience malfunctioned one day which affected a large group of friends. My services in troubleshooting tech-y problems were briskly requested, and I did my best and got it to work again. But I found out soon that the solution only benefitted some users and not others. I continued to try to get it to work but with no success. The next simple and relatively inexpensive solution was to upgrade the outdated technology. This of course wasn't good enough, it needed to be fixed that very moment, yet it was beyond my skills.
Suddenly I became a villain and they were the victims. My failure to fix the problem became the cause of the problem, and in an instant I was treated as the enemy. Defending my self at that point only fanned the flames, and they could not be quenched. Considerations for my plans for that night sizzled away in those flames, and in frustration I abandoned my vaporized plans and gave it one more go. I promptly fixed the problem, and left them with the words "it's fixed".

I try to understand that they didn't mean it, and that they were only turned against me by there childish frustration, and I'm sure they don't remember what happened or realize how they treated a friend,but who would've known that such simple thing could indicate who your true friends are.