Friend betrayal hits different. Today I learned that 10 years of brotherhood, thick and thin, army days together, everyday kopitiam huddle, is only worth exactly $300.
Let’s call this clown “A”. We’ve been best buds since poly. When he had no money for lunch, I covered him. When his ex-girlfriend dumped him, I stayed up till 3 AM listening to him cry at East Coast Park. Last month, he came to me all desperate. Say his bank account left $12, cannot pay phone bill, cannot top up EZ-Link, salary coming next week then will return me.
Because we are 10 years of bros, I didn’t even blink. I PayNow-ed him $300 instantly. Never even ask him write IOU or what. Trust, right?
Next week came. Silent. Two weeks passed. Silent. Yesterday I gently messaged him: “Eh bro, sorry to ask, but you free to PayNow back that $300? Need to pay my insurance premium.”
You know what this fellow did? He read and ignored. Then today, I check Instagram—this guy is at a cafe in JB eating $25 avocado toast and posting “Weekend vibes ✨”. I call him, straight to voicemail. Try to WhatsApp, only one tick. HELLO?? BLUE TICK THEN BLOCK?
I am not angry about the $300. $300 cannot buy a COE, cannot even buy a decent pair of sneakers nowadays. I am angry because our 10-year friendship is apparently so cheap. Inflation is high in Singapore, but I didn’t know friendship value drop until like penny stock. For $300, he chose to throw away a decade of trust.
To “A”, if you are reading this: I hope that $300 was worth it. Enjoy your JB cafe hop. Next time you need help, go find your avocado toast. Friendship is really nothing to some people. Money truly reveals a person’s ugly color.