If I say I’m coming to your housewarming party… I come. If I say I’m coming to your bonfire… I come. If I say I’m coming on your camping trip… I come. If I say I’m coming to your birthday dinner… I come. If I say I’m coming dancing with you… I come. If I say I’m going to do something… there is a 95% chance I’m going to do it. On the other hand, if you invite me to do something and I don’t think I’m going to want to come, I just tell you from the beginning… no I don’t think I’m coming.
Not many people in San Francisco seem to have any sense of commitment. I love this town but the one thing that has the potential to drive me away is the excessive flaking that goes on by its residents. I don’t know what it is about this city but it’s full of flakes. They say they’re going to come do something with you and then the bail. They’re tired. They’re sick. There is always an excuse.
I don’t know if I attract flakes as friends, but I’m over it. Some people say they know who their real friends are based on them “being there” during a rough time. I know who my real friends are based on their willingness to keep a commitment.