Point Being?!
Okay, here is one thing that I am very OCD about. That is making plans in advance. This is the best possible way to ensure that you know what the dealy yo is and who will be going attending etc. I have gotten to the point that there is no need to do (or attempt to) with a certain group of people that I call "friends". Well, I have seen them once or twice in about six months time.
Everytime I invite them over to our place for a gathering the response(s) are. "Would love to, however I need to see what our weekend is looking like." Then I get no reponse until days after the gathering was supposed to take place. Or, I get no response at all.
The same group of people then proceed to call our place around 9pm to see if Amber wants to see a movie that starts in less that thirty minutes from when the call comes in. I mean what? Do people expect her to just drop everything that she is doing and jet right on over? WTF?
I take the no call/no show as an extreme insult to me and to my intelligence. Yeah, I am supposed to fucking believe that in two mother fuckin' years' time that these nameless souls can only make it over to our place twice? Not to mention that one of the people involved still owes me my Bachelor's party from 2006 that I will never ever fucking get.
Yeah, you people aka the masses are so fucking concerned about your fucking lives that you diss everyone else unless it benifits you and a cure to your boredom. You know what? I am so tired of this grade school mentality of feeling like I am the last one picked to be on the kickball team and I know Amber is too.
I like to have too dammitt. Being called upon last and very fucking least is something I do not appreciate and that really shows to me just how much I am thought of. I am so tired of being treated as an outcast. I bust my ass to ensure that everyone else has a good time in their lives and then I am just thrown to the wind as a fucking after thought.
Most of you only think you know me. You know nothing about me and seem to care less. Same to you then. Sayonara to you and to your self absorbed lives.
Everytime I invite them over to our place for a gathering the response(s) are. "Would love to, however I need to see what our weekend is looking like." Then I get no reponse until days after the gathering was supposed to take place. Or, I get no response at all.
The same group of people then proceed to call our place around 9pm to see if Amber wants to see a movie that starts in less that thirty minutes from when the call comes in. I mean what? Do people expect her to just drop everything that she is doing and jet right on over? WTF?
I take the no call/no show as an extreme insult to me and to my intelligence. Yeah, I am supposed to fucking believe that in two mother fuckin' years' time that these nameless souls can only make it over to our place twice? Not to mention that one of the people involved still owes me my Bachelor's party from 2006 that I will never ever fucking get.
Yeah, you people aka the masses are so fucking concerned about your fucking lives that you diss everyone else unless it benifits you and a cure to your boredom. You know what? I am so tired of this grade school mentality of feeling like I am the last one picked to be on the kickball team and I know Amber is too.
I like to have too dammitt. Being called upon last and very fucking least is something I do not appreciate and that really shows to me just how much I am thought of. I am so tired of being treated as an outcast. I bust my ass to ensure that everyone else has a good time in their lives and then I am just thrown to the wind as a fucking after thought.
Most of you only think you know me. You know nothing about me and seem to care less. Same to you then. Sayonara to you and to your self absorbed lives.