curiosity

I have been trying to avoid this mad hornet's nest of drama for as long as possible, and I can avoid it no longer. This is a comment which I posted on LiveJournal in response to a journal entry by josephineisevil. Since she deleted the comment, she will probably delete the journal entry, so I have posted it below. I'm not sure why she deleted my comment. I guess she just wanted her journal entry to stand as it is, with no other perspectives given to the situation. Or maybe she can't handle honesty. I don't know. Anyway, her original entry follows:

"When people decide to just be escape artists when conflicts arise.
Yes, I've done it. We've all done it, I think, except for maybe the boldest and the most blunt among us. (Yes, we mere peasants do respect the enormous size of your balls.)
Anyways...escape artists.
Myself, being the bearer-of-lost-causes-into-the-ground that I am, well- I tend to not give things up. Especially anything with actual meaning in it. Therefore, I am not one to just be like "Fuck you" to a friendship of any length of standing. No friendship is perfect, as we all know.
However, what you do NOT do to a friend who is having a crisis is be like "Oh, sorry, I'd rather go out with my BF than hang out with you even though you're sobbing in the middle of a Jewel-Osco." Now, this is a principle I'd be able to understand if you were only able to see your BF once every couple of weeks or something, or hell, even ONCE a week MAY be feasible. However, if you spend every waking moment of free time with your BF, would it really be such a strain to spend time with your friend?
Anyways, the only thing conceivable that I may have done "wrong" to the person I am ranting about is ask her to spend some time with me when I was feeling down. Before the world decided to take a shit in my mouth on October 11th, she was one of my best friends. She's now been avoiding me consistently for at least three weeks to a month. AND I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT I DID THAT WAS SO HORRIBLE.
Anyways...I'm glad I got that off my chest. And I'd like to thank those of you that DIDN'T tell me to fuck off and die when I was going through some uncertainties and financial difficulties."

Yes, the above entry is a stab at me. So my response is the following:

If your idea of a good time is to drag this out into the open, then let's drag it out into the open.
1. How do you know how I spend my time? I guess you're just assuming that I spend every moment with my boyfriend, because you don't know otherwise.
2. I thought I was very clear when I requested that you get some counseling, but I guess I wasn't blunt enough. So here goes. I don't want to continue the friendship until you get some counseling. I am not your therapist. I can no longer "be there for you" in the capacity that you require. I make no apologies for that because I am not a professional therapist. Even expecting me to pretend to be your therapist is a lot to ask of me. It goes way beyond the boundaries of "friend."
I care about you a lot, but when you are crying in the Jewel-Osco, there is nothing I can do about that. That is the sort of situation where you would call a counselor.
3. I cannot continue a friendship where I am constantly bombarded with the idea that you might commit suicide. You have called me at all hours crying, and threaten suicide a lot of the time, and I can't deal with it. I am not a therapist. If you see that as abandoning you, so be it. It seems to me that you don't treat your other friends the same way that you treat me, or they would not have stuck around as long as they did.
In conclusion, I would not like to continue to be friends with you until you are seeing a counselor.

Curi.