Vexed by friends who can't return emails...or ever send one to ME

I'm not irate with anyone in particular. Just another thought I had on my exceedingly relaxing, productive, zen Friday night. I'm not asking people to reply in under 20 minutes, the same day, even the next day. But when DAYS go by...or, worse, MONTHS...and they never reply at all...and this becomes a pattern...well, it's fucking irritating. Secondly, i'm not even asking that they write me a book...though sometimes, more than two lines would be nice. And the reason -- either eventually stated or implied by my empty inbox -- is always some variation on how busy they are...how FUCKING important they are to the earth's continual spinning on its axis. Specifically, the BAAAAAAAAAAAABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE they have...or the 2, 3, 4 babies they have...or the incredibly demanding job...or the 8 marathons they're training for...or the volunteer work. Guess what? It's a bullshit answer. You're either being rude or you don't value my friendship. And I know this because I'M the most important thing keeping the earth spinning...yet I find time for emails. I'm incredibly self-involved, forever working on 37 different projects involving ME, ME, ME. I'M busy. Not with a fucking infant, of course, but trust me, I'M busy, too. Yet I know that above all, in the end, when you're taking your last breath in this great life...it's relationships that matter. And for all my legendary self-absorption, and my constant yearning to be alone, I've always desperately tried to maintain and foster relationships. Nothing else really matters in the end. Others don't seem to care, but I take the time. I MAKE the time. Yes, i'm THAT great of a human being.