A good day gone wrong!
Yesterday was "a good day gone wrong!" I was very excited about the day and in a very good mood. I went to work in a very good mood, very happy and excited about the U of M party Tiffany and I were supposed to attend last night. So I got off of work at 5pm, I ate some dinner, ran to nicks for a few minutes, then went home to bake some cookies and hang out with a few friends before we left. One of my friends was studying while I was baking and that was the start of, "a good day gone wrong!" My mom kept telling him what a wonderful student he was, what a wonderful future doctor he would be, how proud his mother must be! I mean, all these things are good and all, but I mean it isn't fair. I think my mother is more proud of my friends than she is of me. It made me feel really bad, It rubbed all my failure right into my face. She never tells me anything like that, ever. I'm just a big failure. As successful as I want to be in life, I've never been as dedicated as he is to study, so that already makes me feel bad. But the fact that my own mother compliments my friends more than I, totally made me feel worse. I'm really sorry mom, I'm sorry I'm not going to be a nurse, I'm sorry I'm not going to be a doctor, I'm sorry I'm not going to be a lawyer, I'm sorry I don't know what I want to do with my life, but that doesn't mean I need any less of your support!
Later that evening Tiffany and I decided not to go to the U of M party, which is fine but after we couldn't find anything else to do. So she talked to a friend of her's online who invited us over. And that's when the bad just got worse. I was in a very happy, hyper, go-lucky, playful, type of mood. I threw my scarf at him just to be silly when he threw it to his punk headed little brother and his friend. So they kept it, but I didn't really think that much of it, they were having fun too right? As the night went on all my high school fears came back to me for the first time in years. That feeling of being overweight, with braces, and a bad haircut. I felt thoes little punky SOB's staring at me like a psycho in a straight jacket, and I felt their whispers as they talked about me. It was at this time that I became tired and cranky and I decided it was time to leave. I stood up and asked for my scarf, but they refused to give it to me. They laughed at me and told me I sounded like a teacher (note to self, don't ever go into teaching!) And yet they still refused to give my my scarf. Fine and dandy, so I walked out of the house and started my car. I cannot believe I let such little twits get to me, but they did. I'm a 20 year old adult, a few months from 21 and all of a sudden I felt like I was back in Middle school. I am an adult and I never want to feel like that again. He apologized for his brother's behavior but nothing could ever take away how horrible I felt. It was nice that he apologized and I don't have any reason to be mad at him, but I felt really horrible that night!
Well, It's time for me to go and get ready for the super bowl party, talk to ya again soon!
Later that evening Tiffany and I decided not to go to the U of M party, which is fine but after we couldn't find anything else to do. So she talked to a friend of her's online who invited us over. And that's when the bad just got worse. I was in a very happy, hyper, go-lucky, playful, type of mood. I threw my scarf at him just to be silly when he threw it to his punk headed little brother and his friend. So they kept it, but I didn't really think that much of it, they were having fun too right? As the night went on all my high school fears came back to me for the first time in years. That feeling of being overweight, with braces, and a bad haircut. I felt thoes little punky SOB's staring at me like a psycho in a straight jacket, and I felt their whispers as they talked about me. It was at this time that I became tired and cranky and I decided it was time to leave. I stood up and asked for my scarf, but they refused to give it to me. They laughed at me and told me I sounded like a teacher (note to self, don't ever go into teaching!) And yet they still refused to give my my scarf. Fine and dandy, so I walked out of the house and started my car. I cannot believe I let such little twits get to me, but they did. I'm a 20 year old adult, a few months from 21 and all of a sudden I felt like I was back in Middle school. I am an adult and I never want to feel like that again. He apologized for his brother's behavior but nothing could ever take away how horrible I felt. It was nice that he apologized and I don't have any reason to be mad at him, but I felt really horrible that night!
Well, It's time for me to go and get ready for the super bowl party, talk to ya again soon!