Please like me.
Today was my last day of treatment, and boy was it eventful. This kid in my small group has a problem with me because of my "smart ass remarks". So, in small group I told him that he really needs to look at himself if he is going to get it and stay clean, and that I'm concern for him. The reality is that I'm concerned that he doesn't like me even though I don't like him very much. So, in another group that my therapist happens to run I called him out. I told him to grow some balls and tell me what his problem is. He threatened to hit me and started to call me a faggot. I then explained to him that if he touched me his ass would be sent to jail because he is there by court order. Everybody got all tense, and he ended up walking out.
What I learned is that I can't control what people think of me, and that some people just aren't going to like me. I poked at a sleeping giant, and woke him up. Maybe this will help him in the end and he will thank me one day. Hehe, I feel pretty good when something like this happens and I'm in the right. Gives me a moral lift.
Oh, and then I get home and Vivi's ex boyfriend is in my house doing all of this electronic shit. I told him what happend and he has invited me to hang out with him. Interesting... also he seems actually kind of cool and nice.
What I learned is that I can't control what people think of me, and that some people just aren't going to like me. I poked at a sleeping giant, and woke him up. Maybe this will help him in the end and he will thank me one day. Hehe, I feel pretty good when something like this happens and I'm in the right. Gives me a moral lift.
Oh, and then I get home and Vivi's ex boyfriend is in my house doing all of this electronic shit. I told him what happend and he has invited me to hang out with him. Interesting... also he seems actually kind of cool and nice.