Friendship is about sticking with someone through all their flareups and illnesses–and by now even Liza knows that drug and alcohol addictions are illnesses, right?
But when does it all become so overwhelming that it’s just not worth it any more?
If they stand you up a few times, do you simply smile and forgive them because “After all, they’re on coke. They know not what they do”?
If they proceed to keep fucking with your life and your schedule, do you fight back a grimace and coo, “Well, we’re friends. Nobody’s perfect. I have to accept them for who they are, warts and all, or they won’t keep me around”?
Then, when they’ve fucked you in a HUGE way that seems unforgivable–a situation no doubt helped along by your constant enabling and wimpiness–do you finally:
*Stage an intervention (perferably for a reality show)?
or *Cut your losses and at last summon the nerve to say, “Sorry, I can’t be your friend anymore. It’s too one-sided and unpleasant. You have to help yourself before I devote any more time to helping you. Now buzz off!”?
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on August 21, 2009