Fucking Hell!
I WAS going to post about how happy I am that I get to go to Missisauga this weekend...
but I'm not anymore, thanks to my Anti-Social family ties. I respect that they don't feel up to people being around... but its fucking Thanks Giving. I miss them. and I can only HOPE that on some level, they miss us too.
hello! I'm Anti-Social too! But at least I'm taking steps to get out of it! At least, when i'm asked, I'll make myself go to get-togethers, unless I'm dead sick. even if I feel out of it, I'll go. because I still miss people.
I wasn't awake at work until an hour before I got off. i fell like shit, thanks to my mother making me pick up sticks from the lawn, clean a bunch of shit, blabla, i pulled a few muscles because i'm out of shape and stupid. anyway, i felt like shit. headache. like shit. I get to work. I'm so out of it, I don't even notice the idiots who come in. i'm just not paying attention to people tonight.
then my dad calls, and says "I figured I should call early in the week and let you know, so you can change your plans, because we're not going to Missisauga anymore. your Grandmother called and said they weren't up to having company."
how many FUCKING times have I heard this? I miss them! and they always do this! I get my hopes up, and less than a week before I'm to finally get time off, just to see them, they say "No, we're too tired and anti-everything to deal with you this weekend".
it didn't help, of course, that I felt like shit, and I was at work, where I couldn't really deal with it, until now, of course.
I hate it when they do this. I love them to death, I want to see them as much as possible, and they just.. cancel everything, because of insecurities.
I hope I never get to be like that.
so, Now I'm headed to Calista's for the "family" dinner. I'm only really good friends with a small handful of the people there, but I still go, because I miss them all equally. mostly. heh.
fuck... I was so looking forward to getting a weekend off, for once. for not having to deal with fucking idiots. but then I'm given the same deal I've gotten over and over again.
I hate it. it hurts. a lot more than you would think.
I WAS going to post about how happy I am that I get to go to Missisauga this weekend...
but I'm not anymore, thanks to my Anti-Social family ties. I respect that they don't feel up to people being around... but its fucking Thanks Giving. I miss them. and I can only HOPE that on some level, they miss us too.
hello! I'm Anti-Social too! But at least I'm taking steps to get out of it! At least, when i'm asked, I'll make myself go to get-togethers, unless I'm dead sick. even if I feel out of it, I'll go. because I still miss people.
I wasn't awake at work until an hour before I got off. i fell like shit, thanks to my mother making me pick up sticks from the lawn, clean a bunch of shit, blabla, i pulled a few muscles because i'm out of shape and stupid. anyway, i felt like shit. headache. like shit. I get to work. I'm so out of it, I don't even notice the idiots who come in. i'm just not paying attention to people tonight.
then my dad calls, and says "I figured I should call early in the week and let you know, so you can change your plans, because we're not going to Missisauga anymore. your Grandmother called and said they weren't up to having company."
how many FUCKING times have I heard this? I miss them! and they always do this! I get my hopes up, and less than a week before I'm to finally get time off, just to see them, they say "No, we're too tired and anti-everything to deal with you this weekend".
it didn't help, of course, that I felt like shit, and I was at work, where I couldn't really deal with it, until now, of course.
I hate it when they do this. I love them to death, I want to see them as much as possible, and they just.. cancel everything, because of insecurities.
I hope I never get to be like that.
so, Now I'm headed to Calista's for the "family" dinner. I'm only really good friends with a small handful of the people there, but I still go, because I miss them all equally. mostly. heh.
fuck... I was so looking forward to getting a weekend off, for once. for not having to deal with fucking idiots. but then I'm given the same deal I've gotten over and over again.
I hate it. it hurts. a lot more than you would think.
prematurely released by Norah at 10:57 PM
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