The world's so small from up here
A guy sat next to me yesterday in my Environmental Economics class and he smelled heavily of cologne, I thought I was going to puke...
I went to a counseling appointment yesterday and I finally know what my problem is: I feel like it's my job to fix everything that's wrong in the world. For example: My sister has a friend at school and this girl's boyfriend treats her like crap. I barely know this girl but for some reason I feel that it's my job to help her find someone else or make her realize that she doesn't have to stay with him. I worry about it! Why do I worry about it?! It's not my problem, nor my business, and I guess I need to accept that. I want people to be happy with me and proud of me all the time so if someone gets a little upset with me I go crazy about it. I don't want to be the one making them upset. But finally, the other day, I upset the person I loathe the most in this world willingly and knowingly. I've even included the emails for your reading pleasure, enjoy...
"i am talking to your bro as we speak. i really wish things were cool between you and i and that things weren't weird. i really miss having you as at least a friend and just talking. i asked sean how you were doing and he said "the sis is good". i know you probably don't want to add me as a friend because you don't want people to know you are talking to me, but at least send me a message from time to time to let me know how you are doing. hope to hear from you soon.
tommy"
"Well, I do a lot better when I don't hear from you. I don't want you to know how I'm doing and I don't want to know how you're doing. I really just want to forget I ever knew you. You don't talk to me because you care about me, you talk to me because you're hoping I'm depressed enough to want to sleep with you again. Please don't email me or try to talk to me again. Delete my number from your phone and my email address from your list. I've done the same already. Good-bye,
Amy"
"Hey,
I promise I don't feel that way anymore, and I do hope some day you will forgive me. I myself have gone through a lot of shit lately and have come to realization about a lot of things. I will do as you asked because I at lease owe you that. I know it's hard for you to believe this, but it's true. I wish you the best.
Tommy"
And those people that know him know this last email is bullshit. I have no plans to return his emails again in the future. If given the chance, however, I would gladly kick him repeatly in the testicles.
I went to a counseling appointment yesterday and I finally know what my problem is: I feel like it's my job to fix everything that's wrong in the world. For example: My sister has a friend at school and this girl's boyfriend treats her like crap. I barely know this girl but for some reason I feel that it's my job to help her find someone else or make her realize that she doesn't have to stay with him. I worry about it! Why do I worry about it?! It's not my problem, nor my business, and I guess I need to accept that. I want people to be happy with me and proud of me all the time so if someone gets a little upset with me I go crazy about it. I don't want to be the one making them upset. But finally, the other day, I upset the person I loathe the most in this world willingly and knowingly. I've even included the emails for your reading pleasure, enjoy...
"i am talking to your bro as we speak. i really wish things were cool between you and i and that things weren't weird. i really miss having you as at least a friend and just talking. i asked sean how you were doing and he said "the sis is good". i know you probably don't want to add me as a friend because you don't want people to know you are talking to me, but at least send me a message from time to time to let me know how you are doing. hope to hear from you soon.
tommy"
"Well, I do a lot better when I don't hear from you. I don't want you to know how I'm doing and I don't want to know how you're doing. I really just want to forget I ever knew you. You don't talk to me because you care about me, you talk to me because you're hoping I'm depressed enough to want to sleep with you again. Please don't email me or try to talk to me again. Delete my number from your phone and my email address from your list. I've done the same already. Good-bye,
Amy"
"Hey,
I promise I don't feel that way anymore, and I do hope some day you will forgive me. I myself have gone through a lot of shit lately and have come to realization about a lot of things. I will do as you asked because I at lease owe you that. I know it's hard for you to believe this, but it's true. I wish you the best.
Tommy"
And those people that know him know this last email is bullshit. I have no plans to return his emails again in the future. If given the chance, however, I would gladly kick him repeatly in the testicles.