So I found out it's not my fault I've been miserable this week.
And I feel more miserable now. I don't know why. Well, I do a little bit. I'm tired of hearing everyone else (cough*Kate*cough) complain about EVERY LITTLE THING. I mean, there is no pleasing some people. Plus her mom is pulling something wierd on me. She told Kate that when I drive her to work I drive the car too much because there were 50 miles put on it in one day. Then she went on a sob story about how she's not getting child support for Kate's brother and the car will be reposessed. Oh, and don't tell *me* that, she said. Somehow the woman got even Kate to sympathise (I think mostly because she wouldn't be able to drive the car- but why believe the story?) One, maybe 50 miles in a certain two days where I did a lot, but by no means is that the norm. Two, if she has this problem, why not come up to me and tell me and say hey I appreciate you driving me to work but your driving the car is really costing me more in gas, maybe I should drive myself, or you could drive me and just drive your car around instead of mine, OR put some gas in it yourself. Would that be so hard? I mean, it kind of offends me that she's 1) lying or exaggerating about the sob story and 2) doing this in a sneaky way behind my back. Oh, and the fact that Kate was trying to blame me for it instead of admitting that her laptop, books, video camera, tv, etc., had much to do with it. No, that's not fair, last night she was going on about "oh, and she does so much for us and keeps nothing for herself, blah blah." But when I tried to defend myself, she wouldn't have it. That's when I started to wonder. That's just not Katie, to praise someone for doing things for her. She would never be that considerate.
::sigh:: I'm really not this much of an asshole. I'm not. I don't say things like this. I just... I don't know. I'm just really aggravated and I feel sick and guilty and undervalued. For more than just what I wrote about. I ate something with bleu cheese in it today on accident, and disgusting cheese makes me sick. And, well, I always feel undervalued.
On a lighter note, I worked yesterday and today. My coworkers are fun. This guy caught me staring at him, because I thought he was someone I knew, and he thought I was checking him out. I've determined that a certain group of them either want me or hate me, because I swear they're talking about me. But then, I am a bit paranoid. Just a bit. Yeah...
And I feel more miserable now. I don't know why. Well, I do a little bit. I'm tired of hearing everyone else (cough*Kate*cough) complain about EVERY LITTLE THING. I mean, there is no pleasing some people. Plus her mom is pulling something wierd on me. She told Kate that when I drive her to work I drive the car too much because there were 50 miles put on it in one day. Then she went on a sob story about how she's not getting child support for Kate's brother and the car will be reposessed. Oh, and don't tell *me* that, she said. Somehow the woman got even Kate to sympathise (I think mostly because she wouldn't be able to drive the car- but why believe the story?) One, maybe 50 miles in a certain two days where I did a lot, but by no means is that the norm. Two, if she has this problem, why not come up to me and tell me and say hey I appreciate you driving me to work but your driving the car is really costing me more in gas, maybe I should drive myself, or you could drive me and just drive your car around instead of mine, OR put some gas in it yourself. Would that be so hard? I mean, it kind of offends me that she's 1) lying or exaggerating about the sob story and 2) doing this in a sneaky way behind my back. Oh, and the fact that Kate was trying to blame me for it instead of admitting that her laptop, books, video camera, tv, etc., had much to do with it. No, that's not fair, last night she was going on about "oh, and she does so much for us and keeps nothing for herself, blah blah." But when I tried to defend myself, she wouldn't have it. That's when I started to wonder. That's just not Katie, to praise someone for doing things for her. She would never be that considerate.
::sigh:: I'm really not this much of an asshole. I'm not. I don't say things like this. I just... I don't know. I'm just really aggravated and I feel sick and guilty and undervalued. For more than just what I wrote about. I ate something with bleu cheese in it today on accident, and disgusting cheese makes me sick. And, well, I always feel undervalued.
On a lighter note, I worked yesterday and today. My coworkers are fun. This guy caught me staring at him, because I thought he was someone I knew, and he thought I was checking him out. I've determined that a certain group of them either want me or hate me, because I swear they're talking about me. But then, I am a bit paranoid. Just a bit. Yeah...
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About the "people like to shit on me" comment... I know the feeling. Sucks, doesn't it...?