What A Trip
Most of the time, I really don’t give an fuck what people think/do. People’s rude and negative behavior really doesn’t bother me because that’s just how they are and more than likely, they’re not purposefully trying to be mean. Every so often though, I like to reassess situations and usually end up angry, haha. (This is why I need to go back to not caring!) I came to LA for a mini vacation and to see a show. I was supposed to stay with a friend from college, but ended only staying one night. It was SO COMPLICATED! Of course there’s three sides of every story, but my understanding and everyone I explained it to’s understanding was that, I really wasn’t wanted and my friend’s just an unorganized jerk. After an emotional (I really tried not to be and I hate it when I am) discussion he said he wasn’t trying to be mean… but still. Even if the intent wasn’t there, that’s how I felt and I’m afraid it just gonna happen again. I know he’s not doing it on purpose. I’ll be okay.
And oh my goodness, that was not the only thing that happened! ::sigh:: I like to compare all my relationships to an eternal road trip. And this particular one made and unscheduled gas stop as it continues around the roundabout. I really need to break out the map and figure out where we’re going because I’m getting dizzy.
