This week I have been yelled at or sternly told which way is up by nearly everyone close to me. Yes, I appreciate their concern. No, I don't want or need to hear it. The best possible thing any of the aforementioned immediates can do for me is to check their tongues: I am very close to shouting each and everyone of them down without the slightest regard for social grace.
An example of my irritation:
One of my best friends called me earlier b/c he "felt there were some things that needed to be made aware of before made a huge mistake." Okay, I see where you're coming from, Christian; I sincerely do. But, taking it upon yourself to go over my finances with my roommate (whom I'm moving to Seattle with), and to talk to me about "the state of things" afterwards... it's beyond bold. Dan: zero to irate in just two sentences.
For future reference:
Offering to write my papers for me is not amusing, a proper show of friendship, or anything I would ever accept ever. Telling me that I should stop playing video games is tired; whereas threatening to delete my World of Warcraft characters when I'm not around is grounds for me to deck you. Constantly badgering me about school or finding a post-grad job--to the extent of fucking w/ my To Do Lists and writing obnoxious, captialized "reminders" on the living room whiteboard--, and despite my continued requests that you stop, is grounds for the redefinition of our friendship, no matter how many years I've know you. Period.
I'm tired of being diplomatic. I'm tired of evading people, phone calls, and e-mails. I'm tired of having people who know me only half as well as they're convinced they do telling me that I am, in fact, an idiot. The combination of your endless "help", my school's evil quotient, and my own demons is quite literally making me sick. Fuck off and get dead, all of you. [/tyrade]
Every part of me is pulled taut and strained.
An example of my irritation:
One of my best friends called me earlier b/c he "felt there were some things that needed to be made aware of before made a huge mistake." Okay, I see where you're coming from, Christian; I sincerely do. But, taking it upon yourself to go over my finances with my roommate (whom I'm moving to Seattle with), and to talk to me about "the state of things" afterwards... it's beyond bold. Dan: zero to irate in just two sentences.
For future reference:
Offering to write my papers for me is not amusing, a proper show of friendship, or anything I would ever accept ever. Telling me that I should stop playing video games is tired; whereas threatening to delete my World of Warcraft characters when I'm not around is grounds for me to deck you. Constantly badgering me about school or finding a post-grad job--to the extent of fucking w/ my To Do Lists and writing obnoxious, captialized "reminders" on the living room whiteboard--, and despite my continued requests that you stop, is grounds for the redefinition of our friendship, no matter how many years I've know you. Period.
I'm tired of being diplomatic. I'm tired of evading people, phone calls, and e-mails. I'm tired of having people who know me only half as well as they're convinced they do telling me that I am, in fact, an idiot. The combination of your endless "help", my school's evil quotient, and my own demons is quite literally making me sick. Fuck off and get dead, all of you. [/tyrade]
Every part of me is pulled taut and strained.
velocity:
I'm heading back home this evening. We could talk in the next couple of days if you like. I'll email my phone number if you don't still have it.