Is this how a true friend is?
Last night I was hanging out with a friend. We went to a dance, then to the bar, and then we went to play poker at his friends house... just the three of us. I don't really get along with his friend, but I do well enough to play poker. Anyway, the buy-in was $3. I know it was small, but the way I see it, now, is I paid a cheap price to see who I could trust. I was doing pretty good, even though I was fairly intoxicated. Both of them had already got their second buy-ins, and I still had a playable amount in my buy in. I kept winning the small hands because 1 I didn't have enough chips to win the bigger ones, and I am not one of those 'all in' jackasses.
Anyway, I noticed midway through the game, the bastards were mouthing things to each other behind my back. I had no idea what this was about, but I strongly disapprove of that kind of bullshit at the poker table. Even if it is a small buy in. I caught them again, and I called them out. Assuming that they were playing as a team behind my back, I called them a bunch of sore losers. They argued that they were winning and it didn't make sense to call them sore losers, and I asked them if they think that justified what they were doing. They gave the jackass answer. I just said **** it and let them have their way, because I knew I was going to last until the end of game, and possibly even without buying in again. Then I won 3 hands in a row, all pretty big wagers. Karma.
I thought it was ironic, because earlier that night, my friend told me that I was his best friend, and he was telling me how I would be the best man for his wedding and everything, and he asked me if I were his best friend too. I explained it to him that I have very few friends, but those I do have, are all best friends and I hold them each the same value, and each one of those friends is so different that they could never be compared anyway. He asked me what was different about him from all of my friends, and I told him that he was the friend that would guard my back, that I could trust my wallet with.
And now I feel like I took in a stray dog, just because it let me pet it. Well I've come home from a hard day's work, and it's torn the place apart.
After I called them out, my friend looked pretty ashamed of himself. I didn't say much after that, and instead concentrated on the game. After a while we got talkative again. What I didn't know, was that 9 beers would kick my ass after 48 hours without sleep. The last thing I remember is having to finally buy in. And then getting tossed onto a bed. I just woke up, actually, and I just got home.
Now I am trying to decide whether or not I can trust my friend. Especially after passing out. I am a little angry because he said he let his friend grab my arms and 'make me punch myself, and make it look like I was playing with myself' He also said that he was going to let his friend draw and write things on my arms and face and everywhere, and I told him, if had they done that, I would kick both of their asses. And when I say something like that, it's like you can take it to the bank and cash it. That's how believable it is. He shut up and then I left his house.
On the ride home, I stopped at a gas station and I whipped out my wallet. Strangely enough, I thought my credit card was on the other side of my wallet, and I started to get suspicious. So I sent a message my friends way, saying I really hope he didn't mess with my wallet, and he says he didn't, but now I am kind of feeling eery about it because I have quite a bit of money in there, You know what that means? If he takes that away from me, there's not a popsicle's chance in hell that I will be the best man at his wedding. I would never speak to him again. Why would I?
What kind of friend would steal from a friend? What kind of friend deals against another friend's hand? What kind of friend would mess with you when you are unconscious?
I'm not sure how to judge this situation.
