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Good grief anyway. I'm so ready to pack my bags and head for the nearest bridge. I get myself enbroiled in more menusha than you can shake a stick at. I'm a nice person(at least I try to be) I do my best to mind my own business and let others live their own lives the way they see fit. No one wants to hear how yucky that you may think their life is anyway. I keep stepping in crap....scrape off my shoes and damned if I don't step init a 2nd or 3rd time.
AW and my friend John don't see eye to eye. She thinks hes old and set in his way. Well, he is...SO WHAT. He's 59 his life as of the past two years has been emotionally draining on him. He's entitles to a whine every now and then. AW has a tendency to let her narcisisstic personality rule her roost. She only see's things as they pertain to her. Completely void of emotion for anothers troubles. I wish the both of them would shit and get off the pot. I'm too old, too tired and too frazzled for this game. I thought when I grew up....well....grew up. That's a loose term. The older some of us get the more we regress and act like ninnies. Stupid ninnies to be exact.
This isn't an earth shattering thing. Though it is upsetting my world. Here's my dilema. Yeah, its lame. But, it is mine. John invited me and Tim to his house Sunday for dinner. AW and I are working together on Sunday. We carpool. As we work in B.F.E....it makes sense to carpool. He doesn't want her there. If I tell her where I am going she'll want to go. Not for the pleasure of his company. For his food. He could make road kill taste like the best thing you have ever eaten. In light of their pettiness towards one another. I either have to tell her like it is or tell a little white lie.
Why can't I have something as exciting as being on the run from the law?Why does it always have to be petty little shit? This petty crap that gnaws at me and makes me want to stick a fork in my head.
At my age why the hell can't my friends get along? I never had this much trouble when I was a kid. You worked it out by calling the other kid a jerk and went in the house. The next day you were friends and all was forgotten.
Trolldum and hermitism (not sure if that's even a word-but it fits what I want to say) keeps looking better all the time. If I can't stand my own company then theres a real problem.
I'm sending them both some pampers. And I'm considering alcoholism.
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Posted by pitapie50 on 2009-06-23 20:46:38 | Rating: | Views: 42
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