It seems lately that I've been relegated into the role of an all purpose tool.
People ask me for help for help doing things or advice. Sometimes, I'm there to bounce ideas off of, or to help scrape someone off the ground after a long night of drinking. But when it comes to straight socializing, I seem to get cut out. When the problem goes away, so do the people. I'm the Den Dad in the group of my roommates and the Responsible Adult role is starting to wear.
And what really grates is the fact that the other male roommate I have shares my name. So I hear my name called all day long, and it's never to address me.
Not until shit goes sideways, at least.
Sorry to be such a drag.