WARNING :excl:: This is an agonizingly long post, and I could be posting this only because I've been in the world's WORST mood for the last three hours . I woke up just before noon today, and just as I was getting out of bed one of my girlfriends called. She's one of my closest Malaysian friends in Buffalo, and in fact we transferred here together from the same college back home. She said she'd just taken her car to the garage to get fixed, but she didn't know how long it would take for the mechanics to diagnose and fix it, so she asked if I could pick her up from the garage and we could go for lunch. She said she'd wait for me to get ready and all. After I hung up I realized that I hadn't seen her in nearly a month . And she called to ask a favor from me when she hadn't called me in nearly a month. And then I realized that I have the worst friends anyone could ever hope not to have. In my second semester at UB, a group of Malaysians transferred here from the same college back home, so they've been friends for a long time. After they started hanging out with me and my own group of friends, it seemed like all they ever did was ask me for favors. Everytime they called, I knew it was to ask for something. After I got my car in November 2004, they were always asking me if I could give them a ride here, there and everywhere else. And they would always ask when I was going shopping next because they wanted to come along too, but when we got to the mall they'd go their own ways and I'd end up shopping alone (not that I minded, but it was clear they just needed the ride ). Then in December 2005, two more people from their college back home transferred here. When one of them got their car, the calls for help suddenly stopped. I was kind of glad that they weren't asking for favors anymore, because I knew they were now depending on their other friend-with-the-car. But what stung is that they just stopped calling altogether, even to just hang out. I haven't seen any of them all summer, except for my girlfriend who called for a ride earlier today. So it seems as though all I'm good for is giving them rides and helping them with whatever they need. At the end of the Spring semester, my acappella group gave our end-of-semester concert. We had performed at our school's Malaysian Night to promote our concert, and after our performance all my Malaysian friends promised they'd come to our concert, but they never did. The only Malaysians who showed up were my boyfriend and his five roommates . And I found out later that my so-called friends, who'd always never shied away from asking me for car rides, had been out shopping that evening, and had come back too late for my concert. I hate that I always agreed to help them out and drive them everywhere because I felt sorry for them that they needed help, and I was afraid of offending them by refusing. Clearly I'm a bloody pushover. Do any of you have friends like these? The friends whom you give life and limb to help, but would never lift a damn finger to help you?