When It's Good, When It's Bad
I've thought about why I'm willing to let a friendship end, and the reason is criticism.
I'm not opposed to being criticized; in fact, I prefer to be criticized. But I want that criticism to based on thought, on facts, and in the spirit of making me a better person. Criticism borne from nothing, made in haste, with no reason or objective, is more similar to an insult than something constructive.
So, when a friend of mine insulted me rather than criticized me, I absorbed it at first, and then I thought: No, I don't really care for that. I suppose I should be an adult and confront her about what she thought she said was in jest.
Maybe I'm too sensitive and quick to being insulted. Maybe.