Or I will be forced to act irrational, juvenile, childish, immature, and the list could go on and on.
All that I want is for someone to pick up the phone or return my phone calls.
Let me give everyone a quick rundown of what I'm talking about. Lately I have been very distant from everyone. I have been spending a lot of my time cooped up in the house and the other half of my time in Seattle. Meaning I have been neglecting my "friends" in Bremerton. Not on purpose though, but there comes a time when I need some good old fashioned adult conversation. And I frankly I am not getting that over here, so I seek it where I know I can get it.
I have been trying to reconnect myself with everyone and it's been spreading me very thin. I think on a average week I might get a total of 30 hours worth of sleep, give or take a few hours. So when I devote some time to come visit. I expect you to be there. When I call, I expect you to answer the phone or return my call. I really don't think it's that much to ask for from "friends".
Long story short I exploded this weekend a answering machine. A couple of %$^@ there and a couple of #%^&@ here.
This does not come to a shock to those of you who really know. Everyone knows that at the drop of a dime I could unravel and blow my top without warning. Everyone knows that I am a little sensitive. Hell , if there was a movie about my life I think that a woman would have to play the part as me. And I am fine with that as long as there is a hot lesbian(Insert J.Lo and Halle Berry here) sex scene it. Hey, I can dream can't I.
It has just become a repetitive thing for me. "I keep getting the damn voicemail!" It seems like everyone is interested me when I am not around, but as soon aas I give the attention that is so badly needed, they blow me off again.
I am not asking anyone to give me their first born. I am simply asking for some common courtesy. Get it. Got it. Good.