Something that bugs me a lot are those friends who pretty much only show up when they’ve got something going on in Facebook or something. You know what I mean, right?
- “Come vote for me in this contest.”
- “Help me by Liking this.”
- “Share my blog with your friends.”
- “Write me a Recommendation in LinkedIn.”
And most of the time, you’ll help out, because that’s what friends do. You don’t exactly go over and think to yourself “Does this deserve a Like? Is it really the best entry in the contest?”, do you?
It’s not like I’m absolutely bored on the Internet with nothing to do, but if it’s going to take a few minutes and it’ll help someone out, I’m going to try to spare that few minutes.
That’s all good, but what bugs me is what happens when it’s the other way around. They don’t visit your stuff. They don’t Like your status updates, let alone Share them. They basically don’t return any of the favors you did for them, because you know, they’re too busy with other stuff.
Why? What makes your stuff so much more imperative than my stuff? Why do you think you are more worthy of time than I am?
This sort of behavior is nothing new, really. It wasn’t invented by the Internet, and people have been fair-weather friends since the beginning of time. Just ask Jesus about his “good pal” Judas.
I don’t really like the term “fair-weather friends” though. It’s just a bit of a mouthful. Even Dr Dre had some difficulty fitting it into a rhyme. (Jump to the 6:28 mark for the line)
The term originates from a concept that comic artist Jhonen Vasquez came up with. When he was short of a page for an issue of his comic, he’d fill it with this character called the Filler Bunny, a badly-drawn bunny whose sole existence was just to fill up space.
And don’t you feel just like that sometimes?
I first thought of the Filler Bunny because I had a friend who was crushing on this girl who treated him like dirt. Any time she calls, it’s because she’s got a gap in her schedule between two appointments in the city… so she’d ask him to go all the way into the city and meet her so she won’t be bored for two hours while waiting for the friend she’d rather be hanging out with.
Whenever he asked her out, she’d already got plans. If he called to chat, she’d be busy washing her hair.
Thankfully, she’s faded away from his life, never to be heard from again… though I still think of her whenever I’m creating a cold-hearted bitch for a story, or if I’m trying to visualize Estella from Great Expectations.
Anyway, I criticized him for being a Filler Bunny then, and it’ll be highly hypocritical of me to go on and become one myself.
So NO, I won’t click on your link and I’m not going to listen to your podcast… I’m too busy washing my hair.
Do you have any friends that make you feel like a Filler Bunny? If so, share some of your horror stories!
If you’ve realized that you’re treating someone like a Filler Bunny, please pretty please, go and change that. Drop them a text or something, and remind them that they’re not unworthy of your time.
In the meantime, here are some Filler Bunny comics because they’re pointlessly hilarious! Click on them for a larger size, unless you have microscopes for eyes.
Update: How could I have forgotten to include this song?