An update on the friend I posted about a while ago in this thread. The last time I hung out with her we shot the shit over those new Sour Patch Kids energy drinks, talked about wendigos and convergent mythology (every european culture having some version of a Hercules strongman myth as an example, they all likely come from a root Indo-European myth lost to time.) and were generally having a great time. Then she starts talking about how this is going to be her "fuck it year" where she does as much weed and whatever else she feels like as she wants, and then will detox and get her life together this coming year. She then started spewing more trans bullshit that made my eyes glaze over, but what hit me is this Fuck it year.
She's not going to detox, we both know it. She's going to do a fuckload of weed, get sucked further into the nightmare delusion hole that is her Discord server, and once she gets access to her grandparents inheritance at 21 (their stipulation) she's going to get the surgeries, and from there it's just going to get worse. Someone earlier in the thread talked about how people with depressive disorders gravitate towards destructive behavior because theres always that little bug in your ear saying "fuck it, if it kills you then you won't have to do it yourself." I think that's what's happening to her, Lord knows she's struggled, we both have, I drink way too much soda because of that Fuck It bug, i know what it's like. Soda won't make my life a Giger Nightmare though, it'll just rot my teeth and make me fat.
It sucks losing your oldest friend, especially when something that looks like her still walks and talks like her. It's not her though, it probably hasn't been for years. Part of me wants her back but short of a miracle, it'll never happen, all that's left now is to keep the funeral suit laundered and wait to say goodbye.