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Someone tried to get my number

While I was at an electronic store with my Aunt.

She teased the associate saying that she wouldn’t give him my number if he didn’t install something onto her laptop, but it was obviously a joke. 

He kept nudging his friend saying that I was in love with my boyfriend because he heard me talking to him on the phone (and I wasn’t). He kept saying it, as if it would get me to say “NOOO, of Course I don’t have a boyfriend, here- take my number, because I’m single”, or something.

He went on to talk about all the movies that are playing right now, asking if I’ve seen any, just complete nonsense. Garbage game. Just pathetic. 

I ended up saying that he was right, and that I do have a boyfriend. And I am in love with him. Usually, I would have referred him to a friend or something. Smh. Not even worth that. Weak.

I’m sayin’ though.

If I didn’t have morals, I’d be filthy rich.

smh.

Number one, I hate people that completely ruin movies that I haven’t seen- and I usually don’t hate anybody. But you guys are really just beyond irritating. Just keep that shit to yourself. 

They weren’t even the reason for posting anything tonight. It was actually another type of irritating person. The socially awkward, or unaware. Let me explain this shit with the best example I can come up with.

Tonight I went over to my boyfriend’s friend Jen’s house, to play a couple games and have some drinks. We ended up playing Taboo, which I usually MURK BITCHES IN while amongst my own friends. If you’ve never played Taboo- the object of the game is to get the other players on your team to say the word on the card you pick, without saying the words below it. For example, if the word was “Popcorn” there would be a list of words you couldn’t say underneath it, like “butter” or “movies” or “pop”. But you could say something like “I eat this out of a bowl that is shared with other people in front of the TV” or, I don’t know. Something along those lines. 

Alright, so it was guys against girls, three on three. I was on a team with two sisters who I don’t know well at all. I met them through Gus not long ago, and I don’t even know their last name. 

ANY time either of them had to give out clues for the word, they would say something like “Dad watches this every Tuesday”, or “Aunt so and so got this pierced last weekend” or “This is the Picture hanging in my room next to this or whatever”.

We obviously lost, and I did better than both of those bitches combined because I didn’t use anyone as a crutch and I know my synonyms. But that isn’t even what bothers me. How the FUCK do you not realize that there is no way I could have known what you were talking about? How rude is it to completely exclude someone from a game on your team? How awkward! 

The guys (who I’m closer to) picked up on it, and started making fun of it for the rest of the game, but damn. How fucking brain dead do you have to be to do it over and over and OVER again? Come on. Fuck you, because I hate losing.

Fuck it, it didn’t even matter anyway. I’m eating leftovers from Samurai and I can’t even pretend to have a care in the world. (Besides my AC not working in my car after I just had to buy two new tires from yesterdays mishap, that bothers me beyond belief.)

gtfoh. seriously?!

My day thus far:

• Woke up, and didn’t do shit for hours because I waited for my boyfriend to call me, and he didn’t until it was already too late to do anything else.
• Got ditched.
• Argued
• Went to buy cat food. 
• Hit a Curb at the grocery in front of some man.
• Sped off in case I hit a car as well and didn’t realize it.
• Busted a tire on the curb. (FUCKKK)
• Changed the tire in the grocery store parking lot.
• Went to Pep Boys.
• Argued with a Pep Boys employee.
• Found out the tire that popped was discontinued, so I have to get two fucking new tires to balance them out.
• Argued about that.
• Spilled shit all over the car.

Now I’m home, with a donut on my car, and a very bad temper. 

That may be all I need.

Lately I’ve been distancing myself from the people I used to spend most of my time with. So far it’s proved to be for the better since I feel like a weight has been lifted. I don’t have to deal with the little things I used to have to deal with, and it’s almost liberating and refreshing. I’ve felt the same “weight” I’m referring to several times before, and I know exactly how to get rid of it. 

It seems to be a cycle I go through every couple of years. I rid myself and my life of people that cause me to feel pressure, strain, or simply annoyance. I don’t know if I’m the one that gets irritable too easily, or if I’m drawn to people who are bound to have tendencies that will clash with mine eventually. I’d prefer the latter. I’d also prefer to think that any friendship that happens end, or dwindle away- didn’t happen at my hand, and that I tried all I could, and gave everything I had until there was just no giving anymore.

I can’t say that though. Sometimes I just don’t want to try. I don’t know if that means we were never friends to begin with, or if it means that I’m a lousy friend, or if it just means that I’d prefer to sit on my ass and do nothing like I do with most other things I don’t give a fuck about.

I’m not even really sure where I was going with this. I just know that sometimes when your life starts to become overwhelmingly chaotic, dramatic, or just, I don’t know- not going in the direction you want it to, sometimes it has a hell of a lot to do with the people in your life. Sometimes they hold you back. Sometimes you just have to cut the ties.