Oh my fucking god last night was like an episode of Degrassi Junior High.
It started out innocuously enough. Ariel and I went over to a friend's since she is leaving to live in New York with her girlfriend. I enjoyed the company, and we dressed in Lolita and walked around the suburban mall, which was fun. After a stop at the grocery store for party supplies (including 2 bottles of champagne), we returned to the house, and people gradually started trickling in to the party.
Someone I haven't been on speaking terms with did not know I would be there, and I didn't expect her to be there either. As I am not on speaking terms with her (until she gets therapy, as per the agreement I have laid out) I did not speak to her for the entire night. I drank, and played Clue, and enjoyed myself. Ariel and I had planned to go to Neo after the party, and since I was driving, apparently a conversation occured where the aforementioned person asked Ariel to ask me for a ride. Ariel refused to ask me. So this person asked me outside, and the conversation went exactly this way:
Her: "Can I go to Neo?"
Me: "I don't own it, so..."
Her: "Can I go with you guys?" (insinuating that I would give her a ride in my car)
Me: "No."
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Because."
At almost exactly that point she ran crying into the bathroom and slammed the door. Then, as I was leaving, she cried loudly while getting into her friend's car. One of my friends who had previously gotten a ride from them decided to ride back to Chicago with me.
I post this here because this is 1) Unneccessary drama that I need to purge from my system like it is poison. 2) I broke a promise to myself that I would not speak to her until she starts seeing a therapist, and in doing so, this just compounded the fact that she needs to see a therapist.
I believe that if she had truly wanted to go to Neo, she would have said "See you guys at Neo," instead of constantly asking for my approval (which she does not have, and will not have until she seeks counseling).
I really wish that sometimes, just sometimes, I could graduate from the eighth grade. I wish that so, so much.
Curi.
It started out innocuously enough. Ariel and I went over to a friend's since she is leaving to live in New York with her girlfriend. I enjoyed the company, and we dressed in Lolita and walked around the suburban mall, which was fun. After a stop at the grocery store for party supplies (including 2 bottles of champagne), we returned to the house, and people gradually started trickling in to the party.
Someone I haven't been on speaking terms with did not know I would be there, and I didn't expect her to be there either. As I am not on speaking terms with her (until she gets therapy, as per the agreement I have laid out) I did not speak to her for the entire night. I drank, and played Clue, and enjoyed myself. Ariel and I had planned to go to Neo after the party, and since I was driving, apparently a conversation occured where the aforementioned person asked Ariel to ask me for a ride. Ariel refused to ask me. So this person asked me outside, and the conversation went exactly this way:
Her: "Can I go to Neo?"
Me: "I don't own it, so..."
Her: "Can I go with you guys?" (insinuating that I would give her a ride in my car)
Me: "No."
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Because."
At almost exactly that point she ran crying into the bathroom and slammed the door. Then, as I was leaving, she cried loudly while getting into her friend's car. One of my friends who had previously gotten a ride from them decided to ride back to Chicago with me.
I post this here because this is 1) Unneccessary drama that I need to purge from my system like it is poison. 2) I broke a promise to myself that I would not speak to her until she starts seeing a therapist, and in doing so, this just compounded the fact that she needs to see a therapist.
I believe that if she had truly wanted to go to Neo, she would have said "See you guys at Neo," instead of constantly asking for my approval (which she does not have, and will not have until she seeks counseling).
I really wish that sometimes, just sometimes, I could graduate from the eighth grade. I wish that so, so much.
Curi.
dontpooyourself:
Screw graduation, you should just drop out, dude. Get your G.E.D. and say good bye to this soap opera.