WARNING: Major rant. And I’ll totally sound like sour grapes.
I will never understand med school females. Like, seriously. I know I did an earlier post about this, but still.
I had this one “friend” who once decided to text me. Completely out of the blue. Now, when I cut people out, I cut them out forever. Chop. Kill. Gone. Mentally, of course. I’m too nice to even hurt a fly, y’all.
Of course I ignored those first few texts.
But she kept at it. Till I got so mad I replied. One word.
Turns out, she was only comparing notes. The following exact notes, to be precise:
– Did I graduate?
– Did I land a hot, rich and successful doctor partner?
– Did I book a post graduate seat in PGI, Chandigarh*?
This was back in 2011. When I’d flunked a whole semester at my craptastic med school. I’m coming to why,*** later. This chick had the audacity to block me right after I answered no to all her questions. Right after she found out
– that I was still stuck in that semester,
– that I was single as a dry catfish bone in the middle of the Sahara,
– that I didn’t grow into a spectacularly pretty numbskull and
– that no, I didn’t book a post graduate seat.**
What the major F*CK?
Who does that? I didn’t even know how she got hold of my number in the first place and she had the balls to actually block me.
Very well then.
I was hurt, to be honest. I was offended. I didn’t know people based their friendships on bullet points involving “hot men”, degrees and whatever the ish. But I let go. I’d totally forgotten about it.
Until history repeated itself today.
My very own best friend hasn’t been in touch since her birthday in March. (My best friend = weird texter = “sry I ws bsy”.)
But she had the time to text me about both her and her guy getting post graduate seats “nd thot I wld share d gd news wd u.”
And, then she blocked me. Wow.
Did you even know such people existed?
*PGI happens to be one of the premiere institutes for post graduate studies, in India.
** booking a Post Graduate seat basically means using your parents’ moolah to buy a seat in whichever college you feel like. Crappiest invention ever. These sort of doctors kill people.
*** I flunked med school because I didn’t know you had to pay people. Go figure. Also because I will always find textbooks uninspiring and unappealing and well, I hated studying.