Confessionals of Smug, Self-Important Drivel

I'm experiencing something difficult. I couldn't pinpoint it until just recently and I'm comforted and alarmed at the same time. The people I called my friends in high school aren't my friends anymore. We don't want to talk about the same things and we aren't the same people we were back then. Sure, people, by their very nature, can't change, but we've deviated in particular directions which doesn't leave much for conversation and mutually desired activity. The reason I'm experiencing something difficult is because I've surpassed what I wrote about here a month or so ago: Not only do I not want to see most of these people, I want shitty things to happen to them. I want their melodrama and excess to smack them in the face. If you want to go along living your shitty little lives with your shitty expectations of others, with your shitty attitudes and shitty, non-sensical perceptions of your own lives, then shit, I'm happy to dismiss these "friendships." But as they say, you can't break up with your friends. They're your friends for a reason. I just wish I could be more honest with people. I wish I could tell my friends that they've changed for the worse, that they used to be people I wanted to associate myself with, that they would be so much happier if they changed the slightest, simplist thing about their lives. But it isn't my place to tell other people how to live their lives, so, if you want to continue to make silly decisions, don't expect me to be there for you. In fact, this is why I want shitty things to happen to several of you. I want you to realize you're an idiot, so that I can remind you of that. Fuck man. I used to be so compassionate, but I no longer feel like my compassion is desired or cared about. I'm significantly less concerned about the happiness of others, much to the point that if they were arrested, getting married, pregnant, etc, I'm just going to sit back and laugh. I honestly wish more people read this so that more conversations could happen. So, if by some stretch of luck, one person or more reads this, here are my words for you: Take a step back from your life, look at the choices you're making and figure out if they are right for YOU, not the people you know. Center yourself mentally. Mellow your brain out and stop wallowing in your own shit. No one will ever care about your problems as much as you will, and that is just a fact of life. You can't help people who can't or won't help themselves, so seriously you guys, help yourselves. Otherwise, I really don't want to be your friend. One can only listen to people talk about themselves for so long. Trust me, I've rambled on and on and on to enough people and been blatantly ignored by even more to know that eventually, if you don't show interest in the other party, that isn't friendship: That's sitting in a confessional of smug, self-importance. Being a mediator between peace, forgiveness, verbal enlightenment, and the universe isn't a role I like taking on, nor should it be forced upon me, especially when the friendship is implied rather than largely accepted as fact. End.