Some people aren’t worth my efforts anymore.
Venting is healthy.
If it’s important enough to call me, it’s important enough to take 30 seconds and leave a voicemail. If it’s not important enough to call me and leave a voicemail, a text will suffice. The worst of all possible worlds is calling, not leaving a message, then having me call you to see what you wanted, only to not have you pick up the phone, end up leaving a voice mail that goes “You called, I have no idea what you wanted, so I’m calling you to tell you that.” or words to that effect, and naturally not have the call returned.
I wish from time to time that I had it in me to treat people worse than they treat me. For an example of that see my last post on here. She apologized for it, a few weeks after the fact. A part of me was tempted to simply reject the apology out of hand, and maybe do a little more damage where there had been quite a bit done by the series of unfortunate events that had turned her world upside down.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t very well do that, and look myself in the mirror the next morning, though apparently that’s not a problem for people generally speaking.
Also, if you’re going to invite someone to an outing, and then tell me that it’s a family thing, know that I will find out.
On a happy note, one of the few people who probably treats me better than I treat them will be in Omaha today for the weekend. This is the best of all possible worlds, so I might as well enjoy myself.
So, the past couple of weeks have been a bit interesting in my circle of friends. It all began when a friend of mine broke up with another friend of mine who he was in a Long term relationship with. Soon afterwords, he started dating another friend of mine.
Naturally, this incident elicited a fair deal of sympathy for the aggrieved party, and fairly so. It has also led to a fairly pronounced split in the group of individuals who I associate with. All throughout, I have tried to be a fairly neutral party in the matter.
All that said, I can’t ever really say that I was that close to the aggrieved party. When she was in the relationship with him, I can’t ever really remember a time where we interacted. For that matter, we probably had a handful of conversations in the year and a half (roughly) that they were together. When we did interact, she was always rather haughty, and didn’t really seem to like me very much.
Naturally, now that they have broken up, we are talking more than ever. Of course, its mainly negative stuff about how horrible they are, and how miserable she is, etc, etc. All of which is perfectly desirable conversational material day in and day out. Now that I had assumed the role of shoulder to cry on/ ear to listen to, one would expect the dynamic of our public interactions to change. Nope. Today, while downtown with some of my friends, she’s engaged in a conversation with another friend, when all of a sudden, she whirls around and says “YES I’M TALKING ABOUT JON” to me in a rather terse tone. When I had done nothing, had not even tried to enter the conversation. I suppose that’s gratitude?
This weekend my nephew graduated from High school. This occasion caused me to have to spend time with some of my relatives and their friends.
Here’s some beauts from last night.
“I’m not racist or anything, but the idea of a black president scares me.”-My cousin Melissa
“Mark, we want you to come to Jesus because we worry that you won’t be in heaven with us.”
“Scientists all over the world are quaking in their boots because the Darwinian theory of evolution has been disproved.”
Yeah, I know. Kind of weird isn’t it. But really, I sort of do. I never lacked for something to do there. Whereas, at my current job, I spaz out in front of my computer screen for most of the day, communicating monosyllabically with my coworkers. Life is very dull right now.
All is not well as far as the surgery went. I guess the doctor decided it was a good idea to leave some of the cancer in there for some reason or another. Of course, the thing I’ve been dreading happened and the cancer has migrated. We don’t know where it has gone, and it’ll be a couple of weeks before she can go back in and find out where it has gone.
So I don’t know where this leaves me.
So, my mom went in for surgery today. All is apparently well, though I haven’t spoken to her yet. I’m still wondering why I had to call them instead of the other way around, but oh well.