I know this woman as a friendly acquaintance. I’ve posted about her before awhile ago. She’s like a human Cathy Comic. I liked her though. I think she’s smart, funny, well-meaning, and enjoyable in small doses. I’ve extended a number of invitations to her over the last year. Several months ago, she just stopped responding. I’m the last holdout on the fucking Facebook, but other friends tried to contact her though her page. She never responded, despite her FB page showing recent updated activity. She’s a single woman living alone on my side of town. Therefore, it’s partially my responsibility to make sure she didn’t die alone, and her cat wasn’t gnawing off her three-day-dead face. After multiple attempted contacts from a number of sources, finally a co-worker confirmed that Cathy Comic is fine. No illness. No tragedy. Just chronic unresponsiveness. Well fuck you human Cathy Comic. Do you know how rude it is to make people worry? Cathy Comic must be so flush with friends that she doesn’t need any more thoughtful people to care about her. Well it’s a good thing because I won’t be wasting a moment more of my concern. I’m recycling that friendship like yesterday’s newspaper. And don’t come calling when he dumps you. I don’t want to hear it. If you are late, call. If people express concern, respond. Remember that pit of anxiety that forms when you are worried about someone you love. Don’t ever recklessly give another that feeling due to your own thoughtlessness and irresponsibility. It’s fucking rude, and it makes you unworthy of the concern.