Did you ever notice how some people are your best friend when they have nothing else going on and that they call you every day, come to all your events, want to hang with you on every occasion, tell you ALL their problems ad nauseum and ruin your perfectly good days crying or whining to you with all their drama and then all of a sudden their luck changes and they disappear (and then they come back when their luck falls apart)?
kick me in the ass if I ever do that.
I suppose it's cynical of me to say when someone asks how one of my friends is and I say, "I haven't heard from them so things must be good." With friends like that, who needs enemies?
Resolution: I will not make friends with complainers in the first place.