Meh.
Originally published at Confessions of an ex-femme fatale. You can comment here or there.
Some people really don’t get it. They really don’t. I’m not too surprised by this… but sometimes I am.
My neighbor keeps trying to be neighborly or something. I want him to leave me alone. I like being in my house alone. I don’t want to hang out with you. No, I don’t need help taking stuff down the stairs. You know what I need?
For you to say “hello”, and “have a nice day, good bye”. I don’t want to know you. I’m sure you are a nice person but I travel 90% of the time. Home time is ME time. I don’t want to hang out. Go away.
That is my manta for 2008:
Go away. I’m busy. Doing “me” things. I like “me” things. Thank you.