Da dramas! Bittersweet. First bitter, then sweet.
After I'd finished up chatting with a friend on AIM, I was up so I thought maybe I'd go ahead and record a song for that person. I took about three hours just trying to find something good and the sound quality when I was recording was always questionable with lots of volume variations and breath noises on certain notes.
So, scrapping that, I went to bed and was woken up about 12 AM by my coworker asking if I could come in at 2:30 because she had something important to tell me. She's a real sweetheart, a wholesome Christian country girl who's boyfriend is my best friend that I've known all my life. She calls again before I get in asking if she can just tell me now. I say that she should do what she thinks is best and she tells me that she is ten weeks pregnant at 18. This is a big suprise to me as she is (as I said) a wholesome country girl who was committed it seemed to the idea of abstaining from pre-marital sex. My best friend is a huge romantic, and they got together swimmingly, but I guess they were getting along better than I thought. Things seem to be working out, and she and her boyfriend went to tell the boyfriend's parents when I got there, and I offered her my full support. She's quite worried on how her parents will take the news, and though I was a bit sleepy, when she told me the first time it sounded like she was worried that she'd be kicked out. Though I kinda doubt that.
Flash forward about fifteen minutes and this woman who came by a while back with a missing poster for her daughter enters the store and starts talking to me. She says that she had asked me if I saw her daughter whom had run away in the store on Memorial Day on Friday with a friend of hers that I knew, and that I had said 'no'. Well, it turns out that she did come in on Friday, but I just didn't know it because I wasn't paying much attention. She got very upset vocally with me, and though she didn't accuse me of anything directly, her tone of voice was more than evident as she ripped off the missing poster we put up for her. Her words were something around "Well, she was in here on Friday. Thanks so much for your help." Her tone was sarcastic and bitter. Though I tried to explain to her as she walked out the door that I probably didn't recognize her (as she had pointed out when she brought the poster in, the pictures weren't so good), but she would have none of it and simply said "Thank you for your help." in that bitter tone again before leaving with a girl who I could only guess was either the daughter or another of her friends which I didn't know well who'd fingered me as the person on duty that night.
Well, at that point I felt like utter crap. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and I was just thinking to myself, not all proud of how I looked, just what the fuck was the reason why all this shit had to happen. I couldn't write a song, Jayna was a sweet and beautiful girl who only deserves the best, and I tried to help that woman but she was just so god damn ignorant, and on top of that I looked like I'd just gotten out of bed even though I showered and everything. I was just sulking for a bit, and then I started to get angry. Furious, almost. And I finally just thought, "Fuck this. Life can throw me all the shit it wants. I'm gonna be the best fucking person I can be, and show it what's what.
And that's what I did. For the rest of the day, I was nicer to everyone I met than I normally am, did everything I was supposed to, and things I normally would have put off. People who didn't say Hello when I greeted them I followed up with a how are you doing? And, is there anything that I could do to help you? Until they said something. I was helpful to everyone, in spite of everything that had happened in the morning. By the end of the evening, I was feeling great. I excersized, took home some new movies for my family, found my voice again, my sister suprised me with a new haircut that makes her look like a beautiful girl now instead of a tomboy (which is a nice change, even though I loved her hair in a ponytail, too), and learned my brother is finally getting a good bed in his room. Things changed so radically from the morning. As bad as it was, it got way better. I feel happy and confident that things will be OK. Today was a very odd day. But I'm kinda glad that everything happened, because now I'm a better person for it, I believe.
THAT'S RIGHT, LIFE, I'M NOT YOUR BITCH!!
lol, okay, that's all. Thoughts for Guy, and Amber, and Jon, and Family, and Friends. <3
So, scrapping that, I went to bed and was woken up about 12 AM by my coworker asking if I could come in at 2:30 because she had something important to tell me. She's a real sweetheart, a wholesome Christian country girl who's boyfriend is my best friend that I've known all my life. She calls again before I get in asking if she can just tell me now. I say that she should do what she thinks is best and she tells me that she is ten weeks pregnant at 18. This is a big suprise to me as she is (as I said) a wholesome country girl who was committed it seemed to the idea of abstaining from pre-marital sex. My best friend is a huge romantic, and they got together swimmingly, but I guess they were getting along better than I thought. Things seem to be working out, and she and her boyfriend went to tell the boyfriend's parents when I got there, and I offered her my full support. She's quite worried on how her parents will take the news, and though I was a bit sleepy, when she told me the first time it sounded like she was worried that she'd be kicked out. Though I kinda doubt that.
Flash forward about fifteen minutes and this woman who came by a while back with a missing poster for her daughter enters the store and starts talking to me. She says that she had asked me if I saw her daughter whom had run away in the store on Memorial Day on Friday with a friend of hers that I knew, and that I had said 'no'. Well, it turns out that she did come in on Friday, but I just didn't know it because I wasn't paying much attention. She got very upset vocally with me, and though she didn't accuse me of anything directly, her tone of voice was more than evident as she ripped off the missing poster we put up for her. Her words were something around "Well, she was in here on Friday. Thanks so much for your help." Her tone was sarcastic and bitter. Though I tried to explain to her as she walked out the door that I probably didn't recognize her (as she had pointed out when she brought the poster in, the pictures weren't so good), but she would have none of it and simply said "Thank you for your help." in that bitter tone again before leaving with a girl who I could only guess was either the daughter or another of her friends which I didn't know well who'd fingered me as the person on duty that night.
Well, at that point I felt like utter crap. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and I was just thinking to myself, not all proud of how I looked, just what the fuck was the reason why all this shit had to happen. I couldn't write a song, Jayna was a sweet and beautiful girl who only deserves the best, and I tried to help that woman but she was just so god damn ignorant, and on top of that I looked like I'd just gotten out of bed even though I showered and everything. I was just sulking for a bit, and then I started to get angry. Furious, almost. And I finally just thought, "Fuck this. Life can throw me all the shit it wants. I'm gonna be the best fucking person I can be, and show it what's what.
And that's what I did. For the rest of the day, I was nicer to everyone I met than I normally am, did everything I was supposed to, and things I normally would have put off. People who didn't say Hello when I greeted them I followed up with a how are you doing? And, is there anything that I could do to help you? Until they said something. I was helpful to everyone, in spite of everything that had happened in the morning. By the end of the evening, I was feeling great. I excersized, took home some new movies for my family, found my voice again, my sister suprised me with a new haircut that makes her look like a beautiful girl now instead of a tomboy (which is a nice change, even though I loved her hair in a ponytail, too), and learned my brother is finally getting a good bed in his room. Things changed so radically from the morning. As bad as it was, it got way better. I feel happy and confident that things will be OK. Today was a very odd day. But I'm kinda glad that everything happened, because now I'm a better person for it, I believe.
THAT'S RIGHT, LIFE, I'M NOT YOUR BITCH!!
lol, okay, that's all. Thoughts for Guy, and Amber, and Jon, and Family, and Friends. <3