When is a friend not a friend?

Slash is coming to Kuala Lumpur again! And I can't find anyone to go with me. Not one soul.

There are those who have things planned (it is on Valentine's Day of all days), there are those who have no idea who Slash is, and then there are those who I didn't even bother asking because some people are just not suited for rock concerts, no offence intended.

But then, there are those who are free, and who know how important Slash is to me, but who just won't come with me. Now, if the roles were reversed, and one of my friends was a die hard One Direction or Taylor Swift fan, and they are not able to find anyone to go with them, I would go with them, no matter how much I hated the music. 

I think it's only fair that as friends, you make certain sacrifices for the sake of your friends. But when it's my turn, the favour is never returned. So. Why do I need friends again? The thing that a lot of people don't realize (sometimes I am also guilty of losing track) is that I can survive on my own. 

I don't see the point in having friends when they won't come to my aid when I need help. All I can say is, they won't see any help from me either. In fact, they won't see me at all. I am very good at cutting people out of my life and never looking back. I am ruthless that way.

Best Friend No. 2 always tells me not to expect people to be like me. And why shouldn't people be more like me?? The world would certainly be a better place, rock n' roll and all. 

The best Valentine's Day gift I can give myself is watching Slash in action. With the pleasure of the company that is my own. Because nobody can be a better friend to me than myself.