This is a first in a recurring series I want to run titled “This is all about you, Frenemy.” wherein I relate incidents of ‘interesting’ behavior I encounter / hear of. And yes, Sherlock, ‘interesting’ here is a euphemism in every possible way. Considering how catty I would get in the process, I might fast run out of “friends”, were I to actually name the frenemy – so I won’t, but told the stories must be. So, here’s the first one:
I’ve known this couple for a few years and somewhere along the way I found myself getting invited to dinner at their place, except it followed this pattern of being called on a Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning for dinner on Sunday and went something like this: “Hey Vijay, why don’t you come over for dinner? We had a party on Friday and there’s lots of delicious leftovers.”
I guess there must be something about me that makes me not quite good enough to be invited to the actual parties but ideally suits me to consume leftovers. Thinking about this for a bit, since this couple is into charitable causes big time, they perhaps see me as one? Or perhaps, it’s my large form factor they confuse for something else. If I could only figure out what it is, I’d try to improve myself so I could be ‘good enough’ to be invited to the parties.
Mmmm – no. I think I’ll just be busy that night and go find myself some different folks to hang out with.