Fuck This Shit
1. A friend of mine who has not been on his best behavior lately recently signed up for some dating site which allows him to ask friends to post testimonials for him. I got one of the emails requesting a testimonial. He denies signing up for the site, saying that someone (specifically someone I do not know) is fucking with him. Someone who must've been able to login to his email account to get my email address and name. I suspect he's full of shit and honestly expected me to support his sneaking around behind his girlfriend's back. I really like his girlfriend. They both have stated they want a monogamous relationship, stricter than most even. He's cheated on her before, sneaking around with others. He's asked me to lie about it. This shit does not fly. So, yeah, I asked his girlfriend about it. Drama is now ensuing. Sure, there's a small chance that someone *is* fucking with him, but right now, I'm disinclined to believe it. I've taken a hands-off approach to their relationship before, but the more I get to know her, the more I like her and the less I like him--seriously, he is changing in very bad ways--and the less willing I am to stand around and let him treat her like crap. It's very hard being an advocate for both of them--which I find myself trying to do--when he's being such a dick. He needs help, I know, but alienating everyone who loves him isn't the way to get it. This is so fucking adolescent. He needs to grow up and just take care of himself. Fuck this shit.
2. This is probably the stupidest pet peeve ever, but I fucking hate when people ask, "Where's [quest objective]?" in a global/regional channel on an MMO. Read your fucking quest text, people, then, ya know, go fucking look for it. If I can manage, so can you. I hate it just as much when other people tell them. Mind you, there are times when I can't find something and do ask, or when I'll answer someone's question about a particularly difficult quest, but when a channel is spammed with everybody and their uncles asking for handouts? Fuck that shit.
3. Your boredom. I don't want to know about it. I don't publicize mine if and when it might arise. Public expressions of boredom read like whiny pleas for entertainment rather than idle griping. It tells me that you're unable to entertain yourself, that you can't be bothered doing something that you want other people to do for you. Fuck that shit.
4. My back is fucking sweating. I've had a heating pad strapped to it all morning, and I swear it's sweating now. My health is horrible, in part because I keep ignoring a few big problems. I'm being irresponsible. I need to go to the doctor. Desperately. I also need to get glasses. I can't keep putting it off. I can't yell at others for not taking care of themselves when I'm not taking care of myself. Why don't I go to the doctor? Because I'm fucking ashamed of how long it's been since my last visit... for the same problem. Fuck me.
5. I'm being irresponsible at work, too. I've developed a binge/purge cycle in which I will work until I'm all caught up and feeling great about everything, then I'll slack for a week or two to let things pile up again. This is not a good work habit. Fuck this shit.
6. Debbie's birthday is apparently on the day I had chosen to celebrate mine. I get the feeling I'm going to be made to feel guilty about not going to celebrate our birthdays on Sunday, in part because my mother feels torn and has no down time. She's going to NJ on Saturday for lunch with Grandmom. Honestly, I should probably go, but I've got a serious aversion to dealing with my aunts face to face. My problem, not theirs. I also want one day of the weekend to myself, which I'm sure is what mom wants too, but she can't have it because even if she skips on my dinner, she has Debbie's to go to. I say she should tell me she's going to Debbie's and tell Debbie she's going to mine. I'll so cover for her. I understand the desire to just have some alone time, some down time with no one needing anything of you. My birthday should not bring stress to my mother. Fuck that shit too.
7. And, very belatedly, it pisses me off that one dear friend of mine is stringing along another. Both sides piss me off. I'm pissed that he won't just get the fuck over her, and I'm pissed that she won't just let him go. And I'm doubly fucking pissed that I get put in the middle because she expects what she posts on the internet to be confidential. Fuck that shit.
I've just got so much ick today, this week. There's been good stuff too. I'm loving the clean apartment and doing a decent job of keeping it clean. I was able to watch Mirrormask in bed last night and got to sleep early. I'm just pissy today.
I hate that I started drama. I didn't mean to start drama. But she should know what's going on. I'm getting sick of two-faced bullshit.
Here's my relationship advice: if you can't be honest in your relationship, get the fuck out. If the other person can't be honest with you, get the fuck out. Honesty is essential. And a whole fucking lot easier. Really.
And yeah, I'm a hypocrite. I know which of you are thinking that right now. I don't have the balls to voice my gripes directly. I'll get over it, and everything'll go back to normal. No reason for you to suffer because I'm in a foul mood. Well, unless you read what's under the cut. Oh well.
For my birthday, I'm pretending that 31 is actually 13. So nyah.