I really just feel like no one…
That one woe is me line got you to read. I want you to know that I am amused by that fact. Honestly though, the fact that I am on tumblr probably means that I have nothing better to do than complain about people. So I’ve decided, rather than complaining about everyone all at once, I’ll break it down for the next few days.
Let’s start with those people who really just need to grow a vagina (oh Betty White) and inform me that I can move on with life rather than bother to associate with them. Lately I have been trying to bring certain people back into my immediate social circle to almost no avail. I used to see these people at least every few days (on average throughout the spectrum); and I’ve either dissociated completely with them or I see them severely less frequently.
I can understand that people are busy. School is important, work is important, there are so many important things going on with you, with me, with my dog… However, if on more than three occasions you and I are both available and you’d just rather stay in, just tell me you don’t want to hang out. Tell me to move on and find other friends, because clearly you don’t want me around. You might think it would be pleasant for me to come sit and watch tv with you, watch you play on the internet, or just listen to a recording you made with some other quartet. Well, I refuse to drive anywhere to do shit that I could do at home. Gas isn’t cheap, and I would rather use to go places that are not your house or mine. If you don’t want to drive, I will. If you’re short on money, I will probably be able to cover you. If you have a problem with leaving your cave, den, or nest for fresh air just tell me never to call you again. Your wasting my time.
If you think this is you, don’t call to defend yourself; don’t act as if I am asking you to put your life on hold for me; actually, just don’t call me unless you would like to find time to chill with me. Believe it or not, I can live without you.
Have a nice life.
Love,
Bert
