Daily Aggravation 17: Friends who get mad when I flake out on them

At this point in my life, I’ve whittled down the number of people I’m friends with to a relatively select few. I’ve known most of my friends for years – in fact, I’ve known some of them for over a decade. I’d like to think that after all this time, they finally understand that I am fundamentally a socially irresponsible hermit/vampire who is prone to cancelling plans at the last minute or falling asleep and missing them entirely. I know that this behavior is somewhat selfish, but honestly, you only live once, and I’m pretty sure that on my deathbed I’m not going to be turning to my children (and/or multiple pugs) and saying, “My only regret is that I didn’t go out to more shitty bars where no one chatted me up and my shoes got ruined by drunk bitches who spilled drinks on them.”