Catharsis
Once again, I intend to start updating this thing. I know I always say it and never do, and I'm not going to pretend there's any reason to believe that this time is different. Still, I often feel the need to write out my feelings, and I've resolved to try to do that here instead of my usual blend of personal emails, Bebo, and that ratty notebook under my desk.
It gets to the point where I don't keep up with all the social networking sites because a) I don't have a lot of time, and b) it often feels like work, because there's pressure to keep up with everything everyone is doing all the time. People get upset at me for not keeping up with things. I never know quite how to deal with that. So I avoid the situation altogether.
Anyway, this weekend was supposed to be quiet and productive, but so far it's actually been kind of shitty. My scene-kid roommate is home, and I really feel like she doesn't like me very much. She isn't nice to me, she doesn't like my dog, and she won't turn down her crappy music, which makes it really hard to study. So my struggle this weekend is to remain good and rational, and be sweet to her even if she's a jerk, because anything else is only going to exacerbate the situation. Like piling up all her Converse shoes and Mac products in the front yard and lighting them on fire. That would be totally counter-productive.
Being the bigger person would appear to be the lesson of the week. I'm also embroiled in an email battle with a "friend" who won't quit harassing me about some perceived issues; namely, that I have a drug problem and an eating disorder. Do I really need to point out how ridiculous this is? This person doesn't even live in Gainesville and hardly ever sees me.
In that case, he caught me on a bad day and I dished out some pretty low blows. I'm rather ashamed of myself. Even if he was being a dick, it was just way too easy, like pushing over a little old lady. When a cranky old lady is swinging her purse at you, the badass thing to do is to laugh and move along.
It gets to the point where I don't keep up with all the social networking sites because a) I don't have a lot of time, and b) it often feels like work, because there's pressure to keep up with everything everyone is doing all the time. People get upset at me for not keeping up with things. I never know quite how to deal with that. So I avoid the situation altogether.
Anyway, this weekend was supposed to be quiet and productive, but so far it's actually been kind of shitty. My scene-kid roommate is home, and I really feel like she doesn't like me very much. She isn't nice to me, she doesn't like my dog, and she won't turn down her crappy music, which makes it really hard to study. So my struggle this weekend is to remain good and rational, and be sweet to her even if she's a jerk, because anything else is only going to exacerbate the situation. Like piling up all her Converse shoes and Mac products in the front yard and lighting them on fire. That would be totally counter-productive.
Being the bigger person would appear to be the lesson of the week. I'm also embroiled in an email battle with a "friend" who won't quit harassing me about some perceived issues; namely, that I have a drug problem and an eating disorder. Do I really need to point out how ridiculous this is? This person doesn't even live in Gainesville and hardly ever sees me.
In that case, he caught me on a bad day and I dished out some pretty low blows. I'm rather ashamed of myself. Even if he was being a dick, it was just way too easy, like pushing over a little old lady. When a cranky old lady is swinging her purse at you, the badass thing to do is to laugh and move along.