the furious part

Nobody wants to be or to be with mean girls in my place.

The point is she lied. So did I.

This one particular boy asked her out. Since she felt uncomfortable with the invitation, she insisted me to follow. Then she felt like she doesn't want to go out. So she told me about it since I was there when she was invited. We decided that we will lie about our declination all together.

Later, because she was so confused, she told her best friend about it. Her best friend did tell her this and that. Since she said she wasn't uncomfortable about going out with this guy, her best friend agreed when she said that maybe she should just go home and let the invitation be. Though, the best friend insisted that she speaks to that particular boy directly of how uncomfortable she is with going out alone with this particular boy. She said she couldn't hurt someone's feeling nor that she still wants to give any hope for anybody. And her best friend claimed that they should not speak of other people's personal matter. At this point she was furious. She thought this was her own personal matter not that particular boy's only.

She argued, defended, apologized and walked away.

She got to her boyfriend. She told him carefully about the issue because she had to be careful not to spill any freaking friendship whatever boys have. Her boyfriend seems to get it. He seemed to understand. Until at one point, her boyfriend seemed to try to solve the issue. She was furious again because she just needed a listener, not a problem-solver. She was frustrated because her boyfriend used to be the best listener for her (as claimed). She said she just want to be understood. The boyfriend was furious, too, because she wasn't suppose to expect that everybody in this world could have understood her well.

So she left.

She wasn't sure if she was just being emotional. She couldn't help to think about the lie (which I was involved, too). And that was the first time, she cried of her best friend and she isn't really a cry-baby.

That night, she decided to work things out and tell the truth.

To that particular boy, she texted: Sorry, really just stop asking me out alone so suddenly.

To the best friend, she posted her version of story on her blog.

To the boyfriend, she texted: Stop reaching for me.

But she did not do it because she feels terrible hurting people with mean words.

So is it good to be bad as it is bad to be good?

footnote: I am running late for lunch with Nussow ! Hahahhahahha.