Here's to...
...grown men acting like 12 year old girls the past week or so.
First off, lemme say that I always try and remain friends with someone I used to date, eventhough it didn't work out. I understand that life is not meant to be predictable, or perfect for that matter. Shit happens. People break up. People have tought times dealing with shit. But this is on a different level.
One guy I used to casually "see" this past summer and I are on a Whenever-I-Feel-Like-It basis. We call eachother and/or run into eachother on occasion. I have no real, mind boggling problems with this guy. I figured I'd call him yesterday just to see if maybe he'd want to meet up. He kicked off a joke about how him and another friend of ours (a guy) were going to have a Valentine's Day date with eachother. It was funny. I knew he was kidding. So, I figured I'd tell him that if he wanted to, he could bring his "date" with him when I got out of work and they both could meet me and some other people at the bar. He got all sorts of bent out of shape, and started pissing in my ear like a premenstrual female. I almost laughed at him. I couldn't believe he was making such a big deal about something he said to begin with. I went to the bar after work, and had a couple cocktails with these girls I know, and decided to see if maybe he was in a better mood...or if the midol had kicked in at all. He was still in the same old bent out of shape about nothing mode, and was talking about how all he was doing was smoking pot and going to sleep, and how he had been home for a while now...ect. It was just a big to do about absolutely nothing. All I could say was "Um, ok...", and hang up. I was getting kind of shitfaced anyway, and I really didn't mind that he decided to be the 12 year old little girl in this ridiculous situation.
Another episode happened with another asshole I have tried to get along with too many times to count, as well, last night. He was just full of negativity, and said things he should not have been saying-at all. He's always had the ability to act like a miserable prick, anyway...so this really was nothing out of sorts for him. I hadn't really talked to him in a couple days, so I figured I would call him last nite when I was still at work. I tried being nice, and I tried making basic conversation. Instead, he turned it into an opportunity to sound like a catty female with a severe chip on (her) shoulder. I understood at that moment that I was legitimately wasting my time trying to be cordial with someone who constantly has some type of attitude problem, and can't seem to get over himself. I hung up on him, and went back to work.
So, here's to grown men acting like teenage girls who are getting their period for the first time. It's ironic how some commercial holiday slated to "couples" can bring grown men to their knees. I guess it's just karma doing its' job. I have promised myself, ever since my second to last relationship, that if I am going to be single on Valentine's Day, I wasn't going to spend it being bitter and miserable. Valentine's Day is something a single girl like myself should look at as an opportunity to just go out like you would any other night of the week...and not think it should be spent on dwelling on the fact you're single. Who gives a shit. Things could be so much worse.
One other kind of different situation happened not too long ago, and has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. I was friends with a guy named Jake Turk-I had known him since grade school-up until recently. He is older than me by almost a year. We hung out from Christmas Eve till about a month ago. He lives literally 5 minutes away from me, and can't seem to bring himself to treat me with any respect or any courtesy. I spent money, time, effort, and energy on him. I figured I would try and reconnect with him for pretty much the first time since High School. Everytime I hung out with him, he just had this negative energy about him that was everything but avoidable. Although I did try and understand him, and I did try to show him that I cared. Life after High School happens, and I figured I would show him that I am definitely not the same person I was back then. I left one of my scarves over his house by accident when he invited me to come hang out with him after I got off work on Christmas Eve. He never even bothered to pick up the phone and tell me he had it, nevermind actually coming by my house to drop it off. I wonder how he would have felt if he was in my shoes, and he left something at my house, and I never had the common courtesy enough to return it to him. Nevermind the fact that after that night, I didn't hear from him in about a month. Ironic thing is, he didn't have a job at all this past winter, and used to tell me that he did the same thing everyday-sit at home and stare into space. He, mind you, is living with his Mother and not paying rent. Everytime I went over there, he didn't lift a finger to help his Mother cook or clean. She'd ask him to do something for her, and he'd give her some attitude. I felt terrible. It got to the point where I would help her with things, just because I knew he wasn't-I'd even do my own dishes. And, of course, he would take every opportunity to talk about his ex girlfriend everytime we met up. Not like his slacker, negative, bullshit attitude wasn't bad enough. It got to the point where one of the last times I saw him, I faced to him and told him that I really didn't have an interest in talking about my bad experience with a guy I was with for over two years. It wasn't fair that I had to hear about it everytime I saw him. The physical things that also bothered me was how he never felt the need to dress like he cared about his apperance. That's actually a phobia I have courtesy of my stupid ex boyfriend. It bothers me when a guy can't be mature enough to dress with class. He'd walk around with facial hair akin to a homeless man. I would try and call him, and I would leave him messages...and I was rudely ignored. No messages were ever returned. By the time I talked to him again, it was the end of January. He still had no job, and was still doing the same thing he had been doing the last time I saw him-NOTHING. He never talked about any dreams or goals, and never made it seem like he wanted to change or grow up. The conversation was always about cars and his ex girlfriend and how he used to live in Seattle. As a last ditch effort to try and get him to want to connect with me, I figured I would reach out and take him out with me one night a month ago. I knew he had no money. So I took him to dinner, and then for a few drinks at a bar here in town. He must have felt bad about being a no good scumbag who can't pay his own way, cos he began swearing up and down that he would pay me back. He told me that he wanted to get away for maybe a weekend or something, and that he wanted to hang out again. I waited around for about two weeks for him to call me. I called him a couple different times, and still my messages went unreturned. I honestly didn't care about the physical fact that he owed me money. I work for a living. Everything I have I bought with my own paychecks. I never ask anyone for anything, and if I owe someone money, I pay them back no matter what. If someone tells me that they're going to pay me back, I expect them to uphold that promise. That's what friends do. I messaged him on MySpace, just because my phone calls were going unreturned. First of all, I had seen something that was straight out of grade school on his MySpace. I had sent him a comment about how I had a good time the night we went out. He didn't post the comment. I thought it was awfully shady, nevermind completely unnecessary. I had put him up on my top 12...and he decided to completely overlook that, and chose to put someone else up on his. It was just straight out of the 5th grade. I didn't understand why he was turning this into an opportunity to be wierd and pathological. Much to my dismay, eventhough I sent him that message to just get my point across and not to be rude, he completely ignored it and never responded. He decided to delete me from his friends' list instead. It's so sad how he wasn't even man enough to come clean about what his intentions were. I would never be proud of acting the way he does. He's almost thirty years old, has no goals or ambitions, acts like an angst ridden preteen, and can't say anything to a girl's face. I gave him an opportunity to speak up, and he decided to completely avoid it. How sad.
So, here's to a bunch of grown men acting like little whiny bitches. And, here's to karma for doing its' job.
Till Next Time
First off, lemme say that I always try and remain friends with someone I used to date, eventhough it didn't work out. I understand that life is not meant to be predictable, or perfect for that matter. Shit happens. People break up. People have tought times dealing with shit. But this is on a different level.
One guy I used to casually "see" this past summer and I are on a Whenever-I-Feel-Like-It basis. We call eachother and/or run into eachother on occasion. I have no real, mind boggling problems with this guy. I figured I'd call him yesterday just to see if maybe he'd want to meet up. He kicked off a joke about how him and another friend of ours (a guy) were going to have a Valentine's Day date with eachother. It was funny. I knew he was kidding. So, I figured I'd tell him that if he wanted to, he could bring his "date" with him when I got out of work and they both could meet me and some other people at the bar. He got all sorts of bent out of shape, and started pissing in my ear like a premenstrual female. I almost laughed at him. I couldn't believe he was making such a big deal about something he said to begin with. I went to the bar after work, and had a couple cocktails with these girls I know, and decided to see if maybe he was in a better mood...or if the midol had kicked in at all. He was still in the same old bent out of shape about nothing mode, and was talking about how all he was doing was smoking pot and going to sleep, and how he had been home for a while now...ect. It was just a big to do about absolutely nothing. All I could say was "Um, ok...", and hang up. I was getting kind of shitfaced anyway, and I really didn't mind that he decided to be the 12 year old little girl in this ridiculous situation.
Another episode happened with another asshole I have tried to get along with too many times to count, as well, last night. He was just full of negativity, and said things he should not have been saying-at all. He's always had the ability to act like a miserable prick, anyway...so this really was nothing out of sorts for him. I hadn't really talked to him in a couple days, so I figured I would call him last nite when I was still at work. I tried being nice, and I tried making basic conversation. Instead, he turned it into an opportunity to sound like a catty female with a severe chip on (her) shoulder. I understood at that moment that I was legitimately wasting my time trying to be cordial with someone who constantly has some type of attitude problem, and can't seem to get over himself. I hung up on him, and went back to work.
So, here's to grown men acting like teenage girls who are getting their period for the first time. It's ironic how some commercial holiday slated to "couples" can bring grown men to their knees. I guess it's just karma doing its' job. I have promised myself, ever since my second to last relationship, that if I am going to be single on Valentine's Day, I wasn't going to spend it being bitter and miserable. Valentine's Day is something a single girl like myself should look at as an opportunity to just go out like you would any other night of the week...and not think it should be spent on dwelling on the fact you're single. Who gives a shit. Things could be so much worse.
One other kind of different situation happened not too long ago, and has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. I was friends with a guy named Jake Turk-I had known him since grade school-up until recently. He is older than me by almost a year. We hung out from Christmas Eve till about a month ago. He lives literally 5 minutes away from me, and can't seem to bring himself to treat me with any respect or any courtesy. I spent money, time, effort, and energy on him. I figured I would try and reconnect with him for pretty much the first time since High School. Everytime I hung out with him, he just had this negative energy about him that was everything but avoidable. Although I did try and understand him, and I did try to show him that I cared. Life after High School happens, and I figured I would show him that I am definitely not the same person I was back then. I left one of my scarves over his house by accident when he invited me to come hang out with him after I got off work on Christmas Eve. He never even bothered to pick up the phone and tell me he had it, nevermind actually coming by my house to drop it off. I wonder how he would have felt if he was in my shoes, and he left something at my house, and I never had the common courtesy enough to return it to him. Nevermind the fact that after that night, I didn't hear from him in about a month. Ironic thing is, he didn't have a job at all this past winter, and used to tell me that he did the same thing everyday-sit at home and stare into space. He, mind you, is living with his Mother and not paying rent. Everytime I went over there, he didn't lift a finger to help his Mother cook or clean. She'd ask him to do something for her, and he'd give her some attitude. I felt terrible. It got to the point where I would help her with things, just because I knew he wasn't-I'd even do my own dishes. And, of course, he would take every opportunity to talk about his ex girlfriend everytime we met up. Not like his slacker, negative, bullshit attitude wasn't bad enough. It got to the point where one of the last times I saw him, I faced to him and told him that I really didn't have an interest in talking about my bad experience with a guy I was with for over two years. It wasn't fair that I had to hear about it everytime I saw him. The physical things that also bothered me was how he never felt the need to dress like he cared about his apperance. That's actually a phobia I have courtesy of my stupid ex boyfriend. It bothers me when a guy can't be mature enough to dress with class. He'd walk around with facial hair akin to a homeless man. I would try and call him, and I would leave him messages...and I was rudely ignored. No messages were ever returned. By the time I talked to him again, it was the end of January. He still had no job, and was still doing the same thing he had been doing the last time I saw him-NOTHING. He never talked about any dreams or goals, and never made it seem like he wanted to change or grow up. The conversation was always about cars and his ex girlfriend and how he used to live in Seattle. As a last ditch effort to try and get him to want to connect with me, I figured I would reach out and take him out with me one night a month ago. I knew he had no money. So I took him to dinner, and then for a few drinks at a bar here in town. He must have felt bad about being a no good scumbag who can't pay his own way, cos he began swearing up and down that he would pay me back. He told me that he wanted to get away for maybe a weekend or something, and that he wanted to hang out again. I waited around for about two weeks for him to call me. I called him a couple different times, and still my messages went unreturned. I honestly didn't care about the physical fact that he owed me money. I work for a living. Everything I have I bought with my own paychecks. I never ask anyone for anything, and if I owe someone money, I pay them back no matter what. If someone tells me that they're going to pay me back, I expect them to uphold that promise. That's what friends do. I messaged him on MySpace, just because my phone calls were going unreturned. First of all, I had seen something that was straight out of grade school on his MySpace. I had sent him a comment about how I had a good time the night we went out. He didn't post the comment. I thought it was awfully shady, nevermind completely unnecessary. I had put him up on my top 12...and he decided to completely overlook that, and chose to put someone else up on his. It was just straight out of the 5th grade. I didn't understand why he was turning this into an opportunity to be wierd and pathological. Much to my dismay, eventhough I sent him that message to just get my point across and not to be rude, he completely ignored it and never responded. He decided to delete me from his friends' list instead. It's so sad how he wasn't even man enough to come clean about what his intentions were. I would never be proud of acting the way he does. He's almost thirty years old, has no goals or ambitions, acts like an angst ridden preteen, and can't say anything to a girl's face. I gave him an opportunity to speak up, and he decided to completely avoid it. How sad.
So, here's to a bunch of grown men acting like little whiny bitches. And, here's to karma for doing its' job.
Till Next Time