Brief rant.
UGH.
Why the hell do people continually decide that it is ok to dance around the issue?! If you have a frickin' problem with something to do with me, fucking say it to my face. It's always the coward's way with people and it bothers me to no end. Why can't people, who I think are my friends, just talk to me like I'm a person? Now I'm in a horrible position and no one gives a crap. All they can think about is their precious egos because heaven forbid someone know more then they do about soccer. JUST PLEASE come to me if you have a problem and stop talking behind my back like we are still in high school. I mean, come on. This is ridiculous already. I've had this happen so many times...with people I thought I knew or trusted. And yet...they just let me go on without knowing something is bothering them...and then I can't fix it because I wasn't blessed with telepathy. FREAKIN'PEOPLE.
I'm sorry. I'm doing this here so they can't see it. *bangs head on desk*
-Jen, Enough already!
Why the hell do people continually decide that it is ok to dance around the issue?! If you have a frickin' problem with something to do with me, fucking say it to my face. It's always the coward's way with people and it bothers me to no end. Why can't people, who I think are my friends, just talk to me like I'm a person? Now I'm in a horrible position and no one gives a crap. All they can think about is their precious egos because heaven forbid someone know more then they do about soccer. JUST PLEASE come to me if you have a problem and stop talking behind my back like we are still in high school. I mean, come on. This is ridiculous already. I've had this happen so many times...with people I thought I knew or trusted. And yet...they just let me go on without knowing something is bothering them...and then I can't fix it because I wasn't blessed with telepathy. FREAKIN'PEOPLE.
I'm sorry. I'm doing this here so they can't see it. *bangs head on desk*
-Jen, Enough already!