Friends or Fakes: Why Fair-Weather Supporters Can Go Fuck Themselves
You know those people who always show up like clockwork when life's a party but vanish when the shit hits the fan? The kind of "friends" who only have your back when it doesn't inconvenience them, and who duck out the second their fragile agenda gets a little ruffled? Let me tell you something: those folks can go fuck themselves. You know who you are...
They come in all shapes and sizes—colleagues, old high school buddies, neighbours, even the ones you think are your actual friends—and they're like fucking mosquitoes. They buzz around when you're flush with good times and great stories, but the minute you need a hand, they're nowhere to be found. They're losers, through and through.
Here's the thing about these types: they embody conditional love. They're like fucking fair-weather friends, drifting in and out based on their personal benefit analysis. Got a hot party this weekend and need to bump your guest list with a few known faces? Boom, they're in. But if your life's a train wreck and you just need someone to shoot the shit with, suddenly their calendar's booked solid.
It’s not just disappointing; it’s toxic. They inject themselves into your life like they're your biggest cheerleader, only to peel off faster than Usain Bolt the second their selfish agenda is threatened. They'll hype you up when you're on a roll, but as soon as their fragile egos or their curated social image are at risk, it's like, "Sorry, bro, I can't be seen with you right now."
These fair-weather fucks have mastered the art of self-preservation under the guise of friendship. They'll act like they're tight with you until your struggles don't align with their filtered Instagram narratives. They’ll preach loyalty, but their loyalty expires the moment the good vibes do. They’ll sell you out to save face quicker than a politician caught in a lie.
Don't even get me started on the hypocrisy. They'll scream support for your passions and promise to have your back, yet when it’s time to step up, they're busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. They’ll prioritize their own convenience over your genuine needs every damn time.
But let's keep it real here: if you're being a total piece of shit, well, that's a different story. If you're constantly stirring up drama, treating people like garbage, or just being a selfish prick who drains everyone around you, it's no wonder people are bolting. No one wants to stick around for that toxic crap. If your so-called friends are fleeing because you're a dumpster fire of negativity and narcissism, they probably have a damn good reason to leave.
It's not about expecting blind loyalty when you're screwing up left and right. Real friends will call you out on your bullshit and hold you accountable because they care about you, not because they want to coddle your ego. And if you're too thickheaded to listen and keep treating them like garbage, well, they have every right to peace out and not look back.
The sad truth is, we all know someone like this. The trick is not to let them poison your vibe. When you see their true colours, call it what it is: fakeness, flakiness, and pure self-interest wrapped up in a shitty little package. Cut them loose. You’re better off surrounding yourself with a handful of genuine people than a stadium full of phonies.
Your real friends won't bail when you need them the most. They'll stick by your side when you're slogging through the shitstorm and pop the cork when you're finally out on the other side. So, the next time one of these fair-weather flakes sidles up to you with their fake-ass smile, remember who they really are: spineless fucking losers who can fuck right off.
Surround yourself with people who give a damn—through thick, thin, and everything in between. Leave the rest of those toxic, agenda-driven fair-weather fucks to choke on their own hollow promises.
CP OUT
