I feel sorry about a lot of these things - I'd looked forward to enjoying many of these people's friendships into my old age, and watching their kids grow up - but I guess the stars will turn and friends will change and, as they say, blood is thicker than water. And this year, when I've been so vulnerable and easy to damage with even soft pointy sticks, has been one where I haven't had the least bit of ability to say, "Oh, this person was just a little crazy due to money problems/stress/always being crazy just below the surface/drinking" and be able to go back later and say, "Oh, hey, how are you?" and just not mention it and move on and accept that a certain amount of abuse is the price you pay for friendship.
Or is it? My take on it is pretty much that I expect my friends never, never to yell at me. I want them to be better than my abusive relatives were. In exchange, I never yell at them. I tell them tearfully when they've hurt me because I assume they didn't mean to - but when I find out they didn't even so much as care, the way I see them changes and I think they're toxic and need to be avoided.
Do you expect that your friends will occasionally be abusive? It would be interesting to hear other people's takes on this.
This is part of the reason I've tried hard to keep building friendships constantly (Always Be Making Friends). And I've had good luck with this, adding Sophie and Naheed into the mix. I expect to be seeing more of them in this coming year - they're both busy but they make time for me and they radiate that good vibe thing that draws me like a fly to honey.
I wish I'd known who to value more before I left Seattle: I would have made more of an effort to spend time with the people I miss now. But then I hear Celine's voice speaking: "Just wait until they get tired of your shit." Who would think, in a world in which so many things can go wrong, that those words would speak so tellingly to my innermost fears: that in a world in which my family had so little interest in me, each and every one of my friends would eventually disappear "as they got tired of my shit" and I would be spending my life by myself.
(I'm generally feeling cheerful, by the way, despite this. But I'm aggravated to have lost another friend. Maybe the "pick friends who aren't prone to drama" mantra will start bearing fruit this year as I make better choices of who to be friends with. God knows I want zero drama in my life: it's bad enough that we all have to deal with our loved ones dying. That's more than enough drama for each of us once high school is over.)