Rite of Spring

Alright, so apparently my circle of friends is collectively beginning the slow downward spiral into whiny insanity. I have two friends right now that I am having rather severe issues with, and a couple more who seem to be taking my resulting stress far, far too fucking seriously.

I am so absolutely goddamn sick of people doing this to me. I have a bad day, I tell someone about said day, and I warn them that placating or coddling me will only piss me off more, and then what do they do? They either do it anyway and shock of shocks! piss me off, or they get whiny and sensitive and yell at me later for taking my bad day out on them. Yes, yell at me for having a bad day. That makes everything all better. Fam does this bullshit to me all the time. Quite a few people in high school did it, too, and I left the state to get away from them. My mother was a mental case, and SHE could tell the difference between my general and directed anger, so what's their fucking excuse?

Let me guess. You have to be off your rocker to understand this. Makes perfect sense to me, but CLEARLY I AM ALONE HERE. If I am brusque and hang up on someone at work, to me that is a sign of job needing instant attention. I cannot fucking take breaks. I can sneak out onto a roof to talk on my phone, but if some dumb twat of a sorority girl doesn't answer her cellphone and her father freaks out, I have to go find her. And until I do, I assume that she is missing. Therefore, I cannot talk. Why can people not wrap their little brains around that concept?

Or, say, my phone signal cuts out because I'm in a weird area of the building. It happens a lot. I can tell the difference between a call cutting out and being hung up on, but I must have some sort of supercharged aural capabilities granted to me from four years of two hundred marching band students playing at full volume in a practice room. That's the only explanation here. And if I don't call you back? It has nothing to do with the kid tagging our library AS WE ARE TRYING TO FIND HIM for three hours of my shift. Nope. Not job-related at all. I just HATE you and want to cause you emotional pain.

So now here I am, fianlly pissed off beyond all reason. Let's take notes on the differences, shall we? For science! I was perfectly happy last night once I finally got home and got my homework done. Clearly five hours of sleep and this bullshit was just what the doctor ordered to spice up my day. The personal center of my universe wants to shake things up a bit, eh?

Fuck you. I have an exam tomorrow and plenty of homework and stress to deal with tonight, you know. One of my housemates has just called a meeting to tell us something, but he refuses to tell us what it's about, or talk about it at all one on one. That's not stressful AT ALL. I have a dentist appointment today to check when my teeth need to get ripped out of my jaws, and I'm not sure I have enough insurance information to actually get this done because my uncle is a bumbling windbag. I also have the two above-mentioned friends to deal with. And this? This was absolutely the last thing I needed aside from a Durango crashing into my face.

Maybe after I wind down from this you'll finally be able to tell the difference between me having a bad day and me wanting to rip your entrails out through your esophagus and stop taking everything I do so personally. Jesus Christ. What tone did you expect me to use when I was telling you what was wrong? Should I have sounded like I was talking about bunnies and the petting therof? Or am I going to have to tiptoe around you like the star of Swan Lake every time I'm stressed out for fear you'll flip out again and make things even worse on my end?

Fucking selfish, inconsiderate son of a bitch. Get over yourself.