I came across something today...and I don't know how I feel about it, really. Back story is...a long long long time ago, when I was much younger and much more stupid, I used to hang about in this chat room all the time. There was this guy who used to chat with me pretty consistantly and he and I became friends. Well...I certainly did not mean to lead said guy on, but he apparently fell in "love" with me. I wasn't at all interested, not in that way, for I was not attracted to him.
Maybe it was nice having him lather attention on me, I don't know...but he said he loved me and I said thank you but we're just friends...pretty consistantly. Well this guy is pretty much a super drama queen, and as I learned throughout our quasi relationship, pretty much a liar in the worst way.
This guy was a patholgical liar. He lied about everything. Who he was, who he knew, what he looked like...I knew it, everyone knew it..And he was always pessimistic...like every time I told him No was the end of his world. I mean, I hadn't even MET him. He wasn't dangerous or anything, but had serious issues where everything was about him...just...very very very dramatic. You know the type.
Anyways, I worked at this certain amusement park over one certain summer years back, and this guy left his home and also got a job at this certain amusement park. He always wanted to hang out or whatever, and said he had came there for me, to give "us" a chance. There wasn't any US and there wouldn't ever be, I told him, but I felt really bad so occasionally we would go have a beer or something...and he started putting the moves on me...and I'm like, yo. Cut it out. And then I started avoiding him.
So this guy has a live journal. I only saw him one other time, the day I left the amusement park to go home for the fall. But in his LJ he would talk all about how I fucked him over and he dropped everything to visit me and I was a bitch and all sorts of other crazy nonsensical things.
Well I accidently came across his livejournal today and he was talking about his mother, saying that she died in a car accident. I read some entries back, and he posted on the DAY that she supposedly died that she did...and..maybe I'm just pessimistic or whatever, but...I just can't believe it. Isn't that awful? He lies to get attention. He told everyone he had cancer some years back, that his brother almost died in a car accident, that he "thought" some chick was pregant..
He's just one of those people who EVERYTHING happens to them, even if it really doesn't, just for the attention, the sad emails, whatever. I think that I'm a bad person for believing that it's not true, in case it is, but..I just can't feel otherwise.
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In other news:
I'm irritated. My next door neighbor called me the other night and wanted me to pick her up a pack of smokes on my way back from Ft. Wayne (Where I hung out with silverstreak and ggwegums who are both super neato.) and when I came over to drop them off, she's like.."How come you never come see us anymore! Don't you love us? Can we please have Buffy season 7 now??"
Fine. So, I give them the DVD's. Now, this next door neighbor and her family are really the only people I'd consider pretty good friends with IRL in Indiana.
Yesterday, I drive home, pretty happy and in a good mood...and I pull in, and there is my next door neighbor, outside starting her grill. She waves at me, I wave back, and go inside to change. Then, I hear a bunch of cars pull up, and out jumps a bunch of our other friends. Apparently there's going to be a cookout tonight. So I think, oh, this should be fun, a cookout! But I don't just invite myself over. It's rude. So I wait to be called over.
And wait.
And wait.
And they are all outside right by my house, the whole lot of them, grilling a ton of brats, laughing and joking.
And I wait.
Nobody calls.
I know I am completely feeling sorry for myself. I KNOW. But it's like everone was there who we hang out with. Except me....and she KNEW I was home. And her daughter used to make all these backhanded comments about me inviting myself over so I thought "okay, I'll quit coming over without an invite" and then nobody invites me.
Pfft.
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1. If anyone would like to buy me a plane ticket to Paris, I would be forever grateful. I am jonesing for my Broken_Gavel like nobody's business.
2. All of my friends I used to play literati with, should come join this thread, because I've gotten everyone THERE addicted as well.
3. I have GOT to find a part time job if I want to go to Ireland in October. GOT GOT GOT. And I also NEED to get my passport NEXT WEEK.
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There is probably more I should talk about but I can't remember what it all is, so I'll leave you with :
Si je pourrais juste passer un moment avec vous, ct de vous, vous touchant, ma vie ne serait jamais identique encore.
I think.
Maybe it was nice having him lather attention on me, I don't know...but he said he loved me and I said thank you but we're just friends...pretty consistantly. Well this guy is pretty much a super drama queen, and as I learned throughout our quasi relationship, pretty much a liar in the worst way.
This guy was a patholgical liar. He lied about everything. Who he was, who he knew, what he looked like...I knew it, everyone knew it..And he was always pessimistic...like every time I told him No was the end of his world. I mean, I hadn't even MET him. He wasn't dangerous or anything, but had serious issues where everything was about him...just...very very very dramatic. You know the type.
Anyways, I worked at this certain amusement park over one certain summer years back, and this guy left his home and also got a job at this certain amusement park. He always wanted to hang out or whatever, and said he had came there for me, to give "us" a chance. There wasn't any US and there wouldn't ever be, I told him, but I felt really bad so occasionally we would go have a beer or something...and he started putting the moves on me...and I'm like, yo. Cut it out. And then I started avoiding him.
So this guy has a live journal. I only saw him one other time, the day I left the amusement park to go home for the fall. But in his LJ he would talk all about how I fucked him over and he dropped everything to visit me and I was a bitch and all sorts of other crazy nonsensical things.
Well I accidently came across his livejournal today and he was talking about his mother, saying that she died in a car accident. I read some entries back, and he posted on the DAY that she supposedly died that she did...and..maybe I'm just pessimistic or whatever, but...I just can't believe it. Isn't that awful? He lies to get attention. He told everyone he had cancer some years back, that his brother almost died in a car accident, that he "thought" some chick was pregant..
He's just one of those people who EVERYTHING happens to them, even if it really doesn't, just for the attention, the sad emails, whatever. I think that I'm a bad person for believing that it's not true, in case it is, but..I just can't feel otherwise.
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In other news:
I'm irritated. My next door neighbor called me the other night and wanted me to pick her up a pack of smokes on my way back from Ft. Wayne (Where I hung out with silverstreak and ggwegums who are both super neato.) and when I came over to drop them off, she's like.."How come you never come see us anymore! Don't you love us? Can we please have Buffy season 7 now??"
Fine. So, I give them the DVD's. Now, this next door neighbor and her family are really the only people I'd consider pretty good friends with IRL in Indiana.
Yesterday, I drive home, pretty happy and in a good mood...and I pull in, and there is my next door neighbor, outside starting her grill. She waves at me, I wave back, and go inside to change. Then, I hear a bunch of cars pull up, and out jumps a bunch of our other friends. Apparently there's going to be a cookout tonight. So I think, oh, this should be fun, a cookout! But I don't just invite myself over. It's rude. So I wait to be called over.
And wait.
And wait.
And they are all outside right by my house, the whole lot of them, grilling a ton of brats, laughing and joking.
And I wait.
Nobody calls.
I know I am completely feeling sorry for myself. I KNOW. But it's like everone was there who we hang out with. Except me....and she KNEW I was home. And her daughter used to make all these backhanded comments about me inviting myself over so I thought "okay, I'll quit coming over without an invite" and then nobody invites me.
Pfft.
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1. If anyone would like to buy me a plane ticket to Paris, I would be forever grateful. I am jonesing for my Broken_Gavel like nobody's business.
2. All of my friends I used to play literati with, should come join this thread, because I've gotten everyone THERE addicted as well.
3. I have GOT to find a part time job if I want to go to Ireland in October. GOT GOT GOT. And I also NEED to get my passport NEXT WEEK.
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There is probably more I should talk about but I can't remember what it all is, so I'll leave you with :
Si je pourrais juste passer un moment avec vous, ct de vous, vous touchant, ma vie ne serait jamais identique encore.
I think.