Feb 20, 2004 20:12
Sometimes, I wonder where my life would be right now if I had not met certain people. Sometimes, life, for me at least, is not exactly unbearable, but I think it is hard to live with people that constantly make things difficult all the time. I am not a control freak or anything, I can't even have control of my own life and body because my parents decide what I do and what I look like, but there are just certain times that I wish that I could know what everyone is thinking. I don't want to control anyone, but a lot of the time, I just wish that they would respect the boundaries that I have for myself and other people. It's just common courtesy. I mean, let's face it. If you had a big ol' piece of cake in the refrigerator, and the box had your name on it, you left a note on the fridge that said in big, bold letters, "DO NOT EAT MY PIECE OF CAKE" on it, and told everyone in the house that you had a special piece of cake from the Sierra Club that a friend had brought back for you, you'd hope that no one would eat it, right? And if they did, you know that you'd be downright pissed.
Almost everyone has been nibbling at my cake, metaphorically speaking. It's annoying. I've asked my mom 50 million times not to take my phone out of my room. Where is it? Down the hall in the computer room, right NOT where it belongs. Is it really easier to hop over all my clothes in my room than run straight into her room to get her own damn phone? Little things like that. I mean, one little thing, like if my mom took my phone once, it wouldn't bother me. But when I go to go make a call, at least twice a week, my phone is gone. Still, yet, it is not a big enough deal to go and flip out over, but it just makes me a little mad.
The little things don't usually bother me, but when I have 20 people all around me, constantly taking my things, asking for my advice and doing the direct opposite, then complaining to me about it, asking me to do things for them and not doing anything for me in return, eating my food (my brother had the audacity to take all my pop-tarts over to his house while I was in DC - it wasn't an honest mistake, the box said "LAUREN" all over it, he couldn't have missed that. Then, on top of it, I took a fruit snack package from the stash of food he has for he and his son here at my house, he wigged, told me it was for his son, and demanded that I gave the rest of them to him. Jerk.), it just pisses me off a little. Lately, I have been bending over backwards to make people happy, and they don't do anything for me in return, and a lot of people have been just plain rude when I ask them for a small favor. What is this? So I just need to be a complete bitch and tell everyone to go screw themselves when they ask for something, or rip my possession out of their hands? No, I don't believe that I do, not only because I don't want to have to treat people the way they treat me, but I think it is rude to act that way. I just need people to stop taking advantage of me, and I think that I need to stop letting them. And if that causes me to lose my bonds between my friends and family, then so be it. If they have to sever ties with me, then screw them, they probably weren't worth it anyway.